on a bolder   

by the pond

ears and nose pink                                                                                               

numb hands stuffed in pockets

the cold wind moves

water                 

leaves

grass

It blows my worries away                  

In this moment

I’m not me

I’m one with            

the reflective water

the red

orange

yellow-green leaves

the crisp air

the cold breeze

the grainy wood

and I’m not me anymore                                                                                                 

until I go inside

the worries return

and I’m me again