Wait

Today
we went sledding
the two of them
and me.
The basin
crusted in ice
the wind
having its way
with the trees
an oddly
thundery sky
sending fat flurries
through the split sun
and
tiny juncos
threading
and looping
tree to tree.

Up we climbed.
Down we slid
without sleds
the ice
refusing purchase
to our stomping feet
trying to crack and
break
the shell
to something softer
underneath.

All moving
but nothing yet
hatched
this day.