A Sojourner’s Observations
by Jane Lang
As I walk across the hard packed snow
my chest contracts. A feeling of calm
sweeps over this idyllic scene. The denuded
branches sigh as a slight breeze whispers,
bends them down and invites me in.
I become one with the everydayness,
the repetition, the sense of belonging.
This life I picture is a panoramic lens
in the bliss of a winter morning.
A family content and strong, sitting around
an old, scarred, maple kitchen table, talking
snowplows, cattle prices, the upcoming
high school football game and the odds of its
cancelation due to weather conditions.
An ordinary day, echoes of sweet routine.