A homecoming is a walk by the river, it's afternoon –

the dogs rushing me into my snowshoes, we go out -

I greet the snow that stormed the meadow while I was

away. They race to be the first to make tracks over the

powder that fell across our field. Above, the sky is all

silver, all cloud, and beneath our feet, earth all white, so

what is so easy to see are these tiny leftovers from last

summer, no longer living, all golden light

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2017