Yesteryear
By ML Mires, Soldotna
Sunny, minus one below.
Sparkling, dancing, inviting
Pants, coat, gloves, and hat wearing.
Calling me outdoors.
Two inches of freshly, fallen snow,
Blanketing steps and driveways.
As morning quietly awakens,
To the beauty I behold
Reminding me of others.
Yesterday of old.
Beckoning the call, she endures
White’s Pass, Yukon River, miners, thieves,
Camping, tents, harsh winter storms.
Surviving the odds, she carries, packs,
her clothes, food, and gear to strike it rich.
Sparkling, dancing, inviting
Calling her onward
Days of adventure, hardiness, and gold.
Sunny, minus 40 below.
