The wind, fierce and bitter, power gusted;
willows lurched and swayed. Breath snatched from my face
hair shocked and tangled, I watch the river,
now clear, gather speed, smooth out lazy weed
in long silken strands of green; absorb lines
of almost frozen rain. I watch the flow,
the out of body sensation as breath
and water swirl away. Gone. Look away.
Look away and back, gasping thin cold air.