6.
the magpies chatter
flit from branch to branch
all other voices silent
*
a cloud of crows
voices chase me down the path
i enter the clearing
*
the chickadees swirl
wind tunnels through trees
everything buffeted
*
braced against the wind
i watch the river flow past
my eyes watering
*
rabbit tracks zig-zag
on freshly fallen snow
traces of ghosts
