The daylight belies winter as it lingers in long shadows, stretched out like fingers over pristine snow.
I had to go to Walden. The sun made it impossible not to want to.
The sky, as rich as it is blue, reflects its brilliance on the pond, inviting me in.
But still so cold I am left to dawdle on the shore, a checkerboard of undecided seasons.
The web of tree limbs, a veil between us.
Reminding me that summer is still a stretch away and the journey is long.
But I can find peace in the gnarled braken of nature’s way.
And the roots which twist and turn out of the stony earth.