by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
It was a long winter
a long winter's walk.
How peculiar the sun seemed
moving so far south until we felt
the warm breeze.
The deep snow would now just part for us
as we descended.
A cold river below required care in the step,
a watchful eye.
And of course there is always The Ice.
But we managed.
Sometimes on tiptoe along the edge of the trail
until our distant camp was just a blaze away.
There was nothing like taking the weight off
my shoulders at the end of that day.
So we sat for a while, loosened our boots,
and felt the cool air across our feet.
The line on the map was still long, and tomorrow
would see many miles;
But in a glance exchanged, in the dusk light,
we knew that tonight - we were home.
Last updated May 06, 2016