Walking anonymously

 The snows have come.

I can pull on my waterproof
trousers and my walking
boots. Slip my gaiters over my
ankles and secure them tight.

I can put on my waterproof
jacket and my fleece
hat. Pull the hood over my
head, run the toggles tight.

I can slip on my fleece
gloves and my waterproof
mitts. Pull cuffs over my
wrists and secure them tight.

I can step through my door
into the comforting blanket
of tiny white ballerinas twirling
and pirouetting and smiling as
they realise I can finally walk