The cold glow
of a frozen morning,
the thin layer
translucent,
I look through it
to see the stiff blade
of nature’s green
barely surviving
The sun is up there,
but seems to be
emitting null energy.
It is a subdued
ball of fire
burning softly
in the dawn colored sky.
I remove my shoe
then the other one to
to move through
the wet grass
as the ice cracks
and releases
its hostages.
My tank top shoulders
shiver straight down to
the fingers I used
to poke holes in the earth
for no apparent reason.
For now, I am immortal,
unaware that death
is always there
unable to identify
that black shrouded guy
who hounds us all.
I just enjoy
this early frost in fall
as I crawl across
this ice laden landscape.