Sunlight on frosted grass, turning it into a bed of crystal
Brisk air making every breath heavy
Deer tracks next to my tracks
The rattling of a woodpecker’s beak on cold trees
Frozen limbs and sticks crackling in the breeze
Redbirds and bluebirds and blackbirds and farm cats tracking them
Geese flying in the direction their arrows point
Silly sounds of seagulls hovering above the river
And a stare-down with a fox to make my morning (my month, really) complete.
(I’d been looking for him for a long time.)
