Pause

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?