Wind
stabs
through my jacket
And
pierces my skin
The
frost-coated grass I walk on
shatters
like
glass
under
my hasty step
My
arms crossed
My
head bowed
My
scarf flying backward in the wind
Slashes
like a streamer
catching
on the occasional branch
the
wind stops
suddenly
a
sheet of tranquility
rests
over the forest path
I
now can hear my footsteps
And
the glass-like grass under my step
Now,
not as hasty as before
I
feel my scarf loosen on my neck
And
rest beside my arm
Sounds
of birds
Bounces
from one tree to another
I
continue walking
As
slowly as possible.
