The poem was written as part of a Master of Arts capstone collection. It is free-form and does not have a rhyming pattern. It also lacks consistent flow, meter, and rhythm.
“A Winter Hike in New Hampshire”
When the cold sun’s light meets a fresh blanket of snow
it illuminates the soul,
But it can scorch blind windows.
Mind over matter, warmth wrapped around.
Something special comes from discomfort.
The power of self – versus – the mighty Earth mother.
The coldness inescapable, unsheltered,
Light, the promise of heat – withheld.
Who is stronger?
Perfectly Human 