Month: November 2017

Fresh snow on the ground
Its soft crunch the only sound
Perfect running day

Darkest point of night
Wild ideas on the wind
Hour before morning

Rushing wind always
Makes time to play a quick tune
On the neighbour’s chimes

Warm gusts from the south
Leaves crackle across the path
Snow poised for melting

First light of morning
Dissolves the night, paints colour
And chickadee songs

Melting, dripping snow
Scent of grasses uncovered
Springtime in autumn

He ran not for speed
But to connect heart, head, feet
To the sacred ground

Slender as a sail
Still. Listen. Bolt through the snow
Zig-zag dashing line

#jackrabbit

What’s that! In the grass!
A deer? A rabbit? A bear?
Or… a black dot mouse…

“Turn back!” howls the wind
But the eagle with sharp eyes
Lifts wings and says “fly”