Fields of Winter

I journey to the day's end

my walk is bright 

darkness is felt

My feet wet and cold from the water

a pool that glistens with desire

and despair

I dream at night

a reflection of my life

with images of my longings 

but see a distorted view

Reality at my farthest reach

my eyes are heavy and wet

like my feet

A fresh snowfall

no trace to ruin the field

a touch of warmth on my cheek

swallowed by the bear

Here I stand

alone and wet

in a nearly perfect field