but yes it is
cold enough
for coats
Abandoned Work
half way through
and then a change
of heart or plans
Midnight Snack
A Question Worth Asking
will they take our coats
and turn them into socks and sweaters
for themselves
We Catch Eyes
and understand
these woods hold
room enough for both of us
Sheepish Questions
do you
have the key
to the gate?
Bon Appetite
chomp chomp
chubby cheeked
chipmunk feeds
Deep Listening
tuned
to the sounds
of green things growing
Eventually
snow tiger-ed hill
eventually will
change her stripes to green
Seer
the skull
is a sacred thing
still holding all that was seen
Goatee Devotee
amber eyed Billy
wears his beard
down to his shins
to troll’s chagrin
One of a Scurry
chin scratch
bare patch
April molt
New
too new to the world
to know fear
the fawn questions
with eyes of innocence
Me Please
weary of her winter wool
sheep seeks a shearing
Up Wind
A brisk breeze
aides the skunk’s
enjoyment of flowers
The Mare
Her spirit shone past her uncared for mane and coat.
She spoke with her eyes about dignity and hope.
Preparation
The forest bed is made
and awaits animal dreams
and blankets of snow
Watchfulness
From the sanctuary of the woods animals watch
the metal bridge that carries man and his many parcels and purpose
to the other side and back again.