Notes From The Woods

Too much wind for footprints in the snow.  Mine will be erased by the time I head back.

A tattered birchbark flag flies out straight from the tree.  An ice heart drips in the stream. Ferns like fish bones breathe above the snow.

The sigh of a car in the distance, they don’t know what they’re missing.

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