Over the River and Through the Woods

On an early Saturday drive

we pass cozy homes 

bare swept branches,

and an ice capped pond. 

Overhead, two geese together 

then later, one alone

amid a backdrop  

of flurries and brittle air. 

As time and trees pass

the brittleness turns paler

giving a blur of white-gray

to already squinted eyes. 

Snow capped cattails 

pepper a sheet of frozen wetland

with unseen amphibian life below

in a blissful darkness. 

Awaiting a resuming spring,

I’m reminded of spirals 

and cycles of a season,

seeing what I’ve seen.

Over years of my life

but with eyes of today

seeing a newness 

for the first time.