March 19, 2021
Photo by Susan Peskin
A Poem by Rob Taylor
First subfreezing morning with any depth;
very light dusting of snow.
Trail around pond, deeply familiar,
has new dress –
snow sprinkled into loose array
of rich brown stiff leaf cover –
freshly donned garb
on this sturdy old woman.
Always welcoming, chatting amiably,
and carefully, meticulously,
recording my movements
through her new fabric.
I was not sufficiently advised of this
when I was young.