Lake Katrine Winter

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.

Comments

[sue]

Good old Suzy//mother of Daisy and Leonard.

[Dan]

I loved the way Suzy used to sing.