Monday, February 9, 2015

2.8.15 Nearby, a Hawk Keens and Cries




Nearby, a hawk keens and cries
as I lift heavy feet through deep light snow
slowly making my way across the early evening fields


Far below are the lights of Northampton
shining across the river
miles through the bare winter woods

There are no Coywolf tracks these days
Possibly the expenditure of energy not worth the return 
In fact, no tracks at all
through this
thick white stuff

Save my own, silent 
messing with the pristine landscape
The enormous pup
leaping through it like a bunny


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