Preparation

White world,
Snow whirling,
My crunching steps.
Burning beetle trees assault my senses.

The whinging 2-stroke whine
Blading by,
Dogs pulled close,
diesel fumes.

Then just wind.
Snow globe flakes
A rainbow glitter,
Crows cawing.

The dogs are deep under snow,
Then with deer bounds,
Emerging frosted and
Wild.

Another month and then what?
Snowflakes traded for rain?
White melts for green?
Motors in another world?

My brother, and me, in the Green Tunnel.
Dogs back in the world of white.
A backpack, my two feet,
“And miles to go before I sleep.”