as the door clicked shut
my headlamp broadcast a stark beam
slicing a path through the winter dark
as I took my first steps
my watch reached skyward for a signal
tracking my pace across the icy walks
as I started to run
my face caught the sudden rush of wind
sensing the winter air stirring ahead in the park
as I felt the sleet
my skin braced to the bluster crescendo
wincing at sudden needles of assaulting ice
as I turned back
my heart sunk at the lost moment
pondering my fortunes timing for not departing earlier
- bardo
I set out at about 730pm last night for a short evening run. From the time I shut the door to the time I warmed up my watch and started running, a rare winter storm, a blustery squall, had descended upon us and the still evening streets turned to sleet-pelted wind tunnels ... all without warning. It was all I could do to retreat back to the house as I was hammered with sleet.
I have reserved some space on this blog each week to write some fiction, poetry, or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead, Wordy Wednesdays give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.