skeins of snow litter the dark field
ruts and mounds of muldering leaves
a moonscape landscape
the sky a cryptic shade
imprinted with doubt.
scourged trees sway in penitential bows
silverbacks coated with silver
croak, groan in the bending wind.
cold that demands Normandy invasion planning
smooth-soled shoes a mistake;
errant lurches from a pent-up dog
close-calls on ice
windy & nineteen degrees
thirty-seven in Galway.