i have had it with snow pants.

A minute snag grows, laughing mouth mocking my mending.
Path of polyester wisps clinging to brambles
Finding a troupe of children trying to sneak in the woods, a louder sound I have never heard.

Midwinter, just, with four pairs ruined
Dead ducks, landfill.

Snow pants are made for prancing in fairy tale snow
Not for bum sliding, tree climbing, fire lighting.

I have had it with these crappy snow pants.
We are off to tougher pastures
Waxed canvas to fall out of trees in.

~seriously! these snow pants. working on waxed experiments for february’s wilds.

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