Dear Mom

Right about now

I should get out of

the cold

or get warmer clothes.

‘Breezes’ told on TV

earlier said it would be so-

she was always right

‘you’ll catch your death’

she’d say.

Once in a while I

listened.

Am here now in

these woods

where my feet trod

many miles

visiting & contemplating

& still searching among

trails wishing

momma was beside me.