Talking Back

What does a mind of winter
look like--
isn't it only carrying your perspective
with you, a pane of ice
you've lifted from some puddle?
What other mind
can mind you once fall
and summer sit down
beside the path like tired travellers?
You have to keep walking
though spring isn't even a dot
on the horizon.
Without a mind of winter,
how on earth (and why)
would you keep trudging?

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