the mysterious path

this path

mysteriously

wide and clear

except for new-fallen snow

how did it come to be?

the neighbors

on either side

know

how it appeared

in front of

their houses

and

mine

the mailman

probably knows

or suspects--

after all

he's now delivering mail

to someone besides me

at this address

i know

in so many

little

and

big

ways

including this path

i'm not alone

no more struggling

to clear a trickle of a path

instead i'm out with camera

he's out with shovel

he--better known to some as mike

to me as beloved husband

he came back early

 from his short time

 in cinci

so i would not be

snowed in

alone

like last year

beloved

husband

mine

happy sigh

part of emily's imperfect prose on thursdays