Saturday, March 26, 2011

musings on a early morning walk--yikes in late march,too

The sharp air slaps
me in the face
and slides
 into the depths of my throat
like a cup of ice cubes
melting into a chorus of cracks and groans.
             Deep breathing
pains my  lungs
needles jabbing my  skin.
I stop in my
tracks to shake my frozen
mind awake.