3:30 a.m. the watcher stares
out into the neighbourhood.
It is silent, and dark until
a figure appears plodding
along the street.
Another like the watcher
who can’t sleep this night,
walks alone in its own world.
One night the watcher
will join the figure offering a cuppa...
winds roaring through fields
and forests, stripping limbs off
old growth trees, world aches
Ice formed on the river, shore to shore.
Cross country ski tracks appeared for a day.
I shook my head knowing the current
and deaths over the years from ignorance;
and wondered why anyone would dare fate.
One day later, the ice had melted.
Must have been a newbie to town.
