Winter Garden
Come walk with me in winter's garden. Grab your coat and scarf, and your wool hat if its handy. Bundled up we'll slip out the door into the frosty air, and head down the road until we come to a little gate in the hedge.
Frosted
Frosted, the ground is. white
ice crystals stand like fur on the stems of herbs and grasses, surfaces of leaves. Painting pictures in feathery waves across the car windscreen. winding, circling.
Turkey Tracks
february. wild turkey tracks in new snow. Single file, a gentle curve from wood through field, all twenty something, dark bodies stepping into feather deep whiteness...