Muddy boots, the sign of a good adventure
breeze-dried to my jeans.
It’s Christmas, and anyone who knows lonely
will know how much this means
to have hands to pull you up.
The wind gives me time to steady my feet,
mist lingering in earnest to softly kiss my cheeks
with afternoon colours, greys and greens and blues
and we could be on top of the world.
Now, more than ever,
I understand nature’s lesson;
a picture really is worth a thousand words.