Northwoods

 

Sometimes I go back

to the snows of my

youth

Feathered birch bark kindled

the flames that ignited

dreams

Modest visions

of who

I could be,discovery

uncovered

Those snows

melt not

then nor now, not

ever

Where did

then go

snowy hope of that

time

I saw

between the

solstice nadir and fresh

awakening