South Dakota Winter 2013-14
by Rose Klix
I lean into the wind, but
remind myself to stand tall,
square my shoulders,
step high through drifted snow piles.
Freezing is not an option.
First chance in days
to walk outside,
breathe in cold air,
exhale condensation.
Warmth rests at home.
Wait – I clear my fogged glasses
to glimpse a sparkle,
a snowflake reflection,
on the distant horizon.
My gloved hands clap.
Yes, I see it clearly,
way off, sky-high,
against the hills,
in that evergreen tree.
Hidden by gray clouds,
Spring’s arrival hovers,
melts my frozen patience
to wait two more months –
or longer?
– January 7, 2014