Nordic trail
traversed
with purpose.
Winter ski scene
recorded in pixels
begged
spring companion.
We paused
shuttered
snapped
while uncooperative
fourleg
only had eyes
for twigs.
Bah!
Never say never….
I once thought poetry was foolish business.
And here I am
writing it!
Like drinking coffee and red wine,
eating Brussels sprouts and asparagus spears….
What tastes might you acquire with time and pause?
Pause
Brussels sprouts? Truly? 🤢
Alone they are fine—toasted with bacon and maple syrup—divine!