barefoot

through the snow black bear

moon for ballast

the field feeds its owl

off the off-trail trail

whose snow drifts

on snowshoes

crossing paths with a sparrow

written in snow

the epic journey
of a mouse

coyote

whose woods these are
while we sleep

fisher tracks

the swaying shadows
of trees

no jets

for hours the sky
unlined

no visitors

to track up my snow
mourning dove wings

out before dawn

the perfect fit of foot
to footprint

I was lost

and didn’t know it. I had a cellphone-shaped hole in my heart.

turkeys in snow

each footprint resembles
a bird in flight