I walk out to my car and
it is not until a sudden gust of wind
that I realize I am without
Weeks (months) of
wool sock, boot
wool sock, boot.
coat, gloves or
gloves, coat ( to keep my sweater from bunching).
scarf, hat, zippers, buttons, flaps and hoods.
An overwhelming amount of layers…
the metaphor is obvious, I suppose
my relief in this unplanned, peeled back moment is
Winter is not over, but hope is in this moment
this cold, sunny mistake
in my driveway.