I imagined an old-fashioned thatch —
bamboo, birch, cat gut –
a magic, organic weave of the kind
that keeps our lives from sinking.
We fitted our new shoes, meshed
now in high-tech plastic,
then went thrashing in deep snow.
We managed, though they broke.
What splendid quatrains! The twists of energy seem to spark along the stately lines. The last phrase brilliantly voices the formal upshot!
Love it! Where/When?
Cousin’s backyard at Mt Snow, beginning of the year! It was fun!! Thanks for commenting, as always – there’s a storm coming, let’s go together!