A Bend In A Snowy Creek

At a bend in a snowy creek,

I stop and ask the question, can we be more?

Up ahead after life’s next bend, after the sign in the road,

beyond my plan to sit by a fire at this trail’s end,

warming my fingers with flames fighting the dampness in the wood,

taking time to sit with the trees catching the sun’s light,

will I answer that question then?

Or will I just sit waiting for the snow to melt,

by a bend in a snowy creek?