Winter and hesitation

Christian Century, Feb 24, 2004 by Steve Wilson

Winter and hesitation

   The way from home
   falls along the fields.
   The hour's leaving,

   but still we wait and wait.
   I've no more will
   to shape the words.
   See that line of trees--
   a mile or two ago,

   I thought to speak,
   but let it drop.
   Something left me

   there, along the path--
   some call and drift--
   and now I cannot trace
   what was. Light
   in a window. Frozen

   breath. The sound
   such distance gives.
   I dare not make a move.