Anchorage in January (by J. Ramsey Golden)

ice slows strides
to tentative toddles
as we cautiously pick
steps ’round slick lumps,
searching for the places where
sand transforms snow
into brown sugar.

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Notes

J. Ramsey Golden lives in Anchorage, and comments “Of the hundreds of poems I’ve written over the 20-plus years of living in Alaska, this is the only one I’ve ever written about winter…”.