Ice, opaque snow, corn pone wrapped tightly as a snack between tall pines.
The Flexible Flyer shifts back and forth over the path in the woods.
The worn and time-tested railroad tracks lie passive to the left, the scheduled freight trains breaking the silence with intermittent rumblings after a pickup at Miron Lumber.
It's too cold for birds, and the gray sky is like a portrait, colors frozen in time.
The crunching of snow signals that someone is coming.
It's only Suzy, the dog.
She's seeking some human warmth. And maybe some corn pone.
Good old Suzy//mother of Daisy and Leonard.
Posted by: sue | December 21, 2010 at 03:52 PM
I loved the way Suzy used to sing.
Posted by: Dan | December 22, 2010 at 07:44 AM