by Anne Westlund
In a blinding snowstorm
I can’t see more than two feet ahead of me
or two feet behind
fingers and toes frostbitten,
forgot my coat.
How did I get here?
In my robe, slippers and pajamas,
now frosted with white.
I stumble along,
wishing I was somewhere warm and safe.
Anne Westlund is enrolled in a Masters Program for Interfaith Studies. She lives in Western Washington, near the coast, with her family and cat, Betty Boop. Six of her poems have been published in Lifelines by the Poetic Muselings, published by Inkspotter Publishing. Five of her poems and three of her photographs have been published in the first Restoration Earth Journal published by Ocean Seminary College. Please visit the Poetic Muselings group blog at: http://poetic-muselings.net/