Algonquin snow shoes 

Thongs dry frames 

In need of linseed oil

Skis dusty edges rusty

Bindings loose and tired

Boots beg for mink oil

Skate blades dull laces

Brittle leather dry

Hung on a rusted nail

The trails call out

In empty drifts

trek tracks uncut

The pond rink hidden

Under unshoveled snow

Quiet no laughing sounds

The hills stark white

Without the ribbons

Of  a skis  caress 

I sit this year

Heartbroken 

Housebound

My soul in need

Of winter yet

My strength cannot