Winter’s Bite

My toes Inside fleece-lined boots Feel like tiny ice-blocks My fingers Exposed to refrigerated air Are numb I can’t remember When it’s been so cold My bones ache They don’t approve of this Chills like miniature teeth Nibble at my joints Gnaw on muscles Graze across my skin Winter’s freezing bite Has me by the…

The Woods of Memory

The woods of memory are littered with the detritus of myriad moments The flotsam and jetsam of a life strewn along every path A small cloth elephant sits on a log bright pink, beautifully embroidered opening a path to a long trip through many countries the child’s remembrances are vague now and the path is…