March 19, 2021
Photo by Susan Peskin

Without Warning
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.

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