Sarah Ann Winn



Breaking trail


on snowshoes,

the mute world's

tail is white and long.


We are tracing

with our large mammal

tracks unconfined

by lines, not following

rivers, half frozen,


glass dangled,

daily more ornamented.

We track,

with a hunger

wilder than elusive moose.


Insatiable for sky, for hills,

for unhingeable eyes

like a snake's jaw.





Sarah Ann Winn lives in Fairfax, Virginia. Her poems have appeared or will soon appear in [d]ecember, Flycatcher, Lunch Ticket, Massachusetts Review, and Stirring, among others. Her chapbook, Portage, is forthcoming from Sundress Publications this winter. Visit her at or follow her @blueaisling on Twitter.