night run

[justholdstill]

Only
little fools and wistful girls
dream of birch
with moon-blanched paper skin,
wish for star-tipped spruce
all thick with snow.
I too have certain ideas
about a night-time boreal run,
streaking soft and crazy
'tween tree trunks,
wide-eyed as any deer.

In the future, my husband
will sit up in our bed
and wonder
where I have gone
in my nightgown and my boots,
why I've left the door
ajar behind me
as if to let
wild winter in.