tossed about
in blustery ice and snow—
a red & white bow
(It was a blustery walk in the neighborhood. Snow, wind, close-to-zero degrees. I like being out in all kinds of weather; a heightened sense of aliveness kicks in. I was doing my best to plod along and keep from sliding when something caught my eye. I stopped and looked up and there it was—a red and white bow tied to the fence. Hmm. I remember thinking: sweet….who did this?….why?….what does it mean?)
