the swaying shadows
of trees
Lest anyone think I’m a great tracker: I ran into my mother out snowshoeing this morning, and she described fisher tracks and told me where to look for them. Thanks, Mom!
Tag: tracks
no jets
for hours the sky
unlined
I’m starting to measure my walks in haiku. Today’s had seven! Here’s one of them.
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
The first people to make flutes from bones:
what must they have believed about music to search for it there?
But fists are lonely
vulnerable things that can never match the strength of linked hands.
In the coming chill
we will all have to become subnivean.
drifted snow
a doe follows the bootprints
as far as she can
