
For Crimsons Creative Challenge 114
Hikers Lament
Dried winter reeds whip around my legs
as my foot crunches through thin ice
making a small splash of freezing water
“hurry, hurry” the wind whispers it’s call
through the trees, eyes on silent wings
I nod to my companions that I’m OK
strong enough to continue, but somewhere
deep down, deep inside I feel squelching,
dampness and pinpricks of pain
as my soggy sock creeps down into my shoe
… ewwwwww …
Til next time ~Peace ~JP