A Poem About The Magic Of Winter Running

Alexi Pappas shares a gorgeous reflection on running during the coldest months.

winter running


The frost on your eyebrows
is endearing
to the trees

whose legs are covered
in the stuff
well beyond their knees.

As you move through the woods
know you may be followed
by the footprints that you leave.

But by tomorrow
they’ll be swallowed
by the snow
and by the breeze.

The only ones who’ll believe you were there
are the trees.