








if i could fly, i would land upon your antlers and rest my weary wings

rat tracks or an opossum? (either one brings me wonder)
everything looks beautiful in the afternoon sun
tiny air plants, not in water, not in soil
the gauzy sun behind a thick layer of winter clouds
six does grazing in the early evening snow
two woodpeckers and a blue jay screeching at each other


in the mornings, i look for hoof prints in the soft and snowy ground and when they are there, my heart skips a beat

the coyotes howl out west–
how i wish i could howl

she was different then,
and he was different when
they were friends

it is possible to be both lost and found at the same time

he was neither wild nor free,
and still-
i saw clearly his spirit of flame and fire

Dropping out for a little break. Be well and safe.

underrated: naps with friends