I Step No Run

      

I step, no run . . . .

across the cove’s icy shores

up on a mountain ridge

high above, where pine trees line

wandering over the river’s course.

Lying on the lake below,

there is a sweet white snow line

while ice explodes near the shores.

Graced by the sun.

This morning’s light

brings a wish to go anywhere.

I’m housebound by winter,

  and have a sudden rush to spring free!