Winter Walking
On winter walks
on crisp cold mornings
my favorite part
of frozen gravel paths
is finding
rumpled edges
and shallow ditches
where skims of
clouded ice
hang waiting
for my ice-searching
puddle-crunching feet to
smash crash crinkle crackle crunch
through to
the hollow space beneath.
on crisp cold mornings
my favorite part
of frozen gravel paths
is finding
rumpled edges
and shallow ditches
where skims of
clouded ice
hang waiting
for my ice-searching
puddle-crunching feet to
smash crash crinkle crackle crunch
through to
the hollow space beneath.
This poem is copyright (©) Rebekah Hoeft 2025
About the Writer
Rebekah Hoeft
Rebekah is a writer and teacher from the Metro Detroit area in Michigan in the United States. She has a husband, two kids and a classroom full of kindergarten students. Her writing is often inspired by nature and things that have happened to her or her kids. Her poetry can be found in anthologies, most recently in Hop To It: Poems to Get Your Moving and 10.10 Poetry Anthology: Celebrating 10 in 10 Different Ways.
