searching for context . in the winter grey, the mind . imagines conflict
an empty sidewalk . lets the imagination . wander where it will
following the tracks . of others, will guarantee . we’ll go where they’ve been
just when one season . becomes too familiar . it becomes the next
it is comforting . having a guardian watch . the icy front steps
a snowstorm’s chaos . ends up as decoration . on a sturdy wall
every snowstorm . hides delicate surprises . for the winds to take
even when standing .where there is no obstruction . there is distraction
snow clings to berries . not for the flavor, rather . that’s where it landed
seeing what has changed . we readjust to the truth . or we slip and fall
uptown jack 