Seasonal Road

Poem by Susan H. Bowker 

Seasonal Road

A seasonal road.

On summer days

a dusty, winding road

to a hilltop’s majesty.

A short cut

to the other side.

But in winter

closed and forgotten.

Tired elms lining the road

submit to snows burden,

blurring ground and sky.

Drifts obscure the

road’s path and

hint at new ways

to the hilltop

unrecognized in the spring.

Now in winter it is ours.

Slowly, we walk

this new road

trailing crusty footprints

for the way back home.

We travel for

winter’s view

of the other side,

that can only be reached

by walking.