There was a lot of snow in the Greater Seattle area…a rarity, but especially at Christmastime.
This poem is a result of noticing my thoughts on one of the wintry walks taken during this time.

 

Putting on my boots to trudge through the snow
My socks creating a barrier between my foot and the boots

With each step a sock begins its slide
Not both of them, just the one

I wonder how my gait effects this sock
I adjust my steps to avoid the creep

It does not help

Scrunched around my toes
No longer a barrier

Do I stop to take off my boot and adjust?
Decision made.

Stopping to unzip my boot
Digging out the sock

The walk begins again both feet cozy

A slight incline on my path
I feel the sock begin its creep

A few more steps and the bunching begins
My thoughts firmly on my sock

The cycle begins again
Each step baring my foot a bit more

I stop to release the sock from the bondage of my boot
A naked foot and a socked trudging through the snow

My thoughts now free to wander to the beauty
I’ve been walking through