Morning in the Forest
The bitter chill bites
At my cheeks and hands.
Frostfire burning,
Snowfall shining,
Breath visible in the morning air.
Fresh wildlife tracks in the snow -
Raccoon’s long claw marks,
Deer hoof marks,
Coyote tracks
To match that of my dog
Who sniffs every print in sight
Looking for their owners.
Wood cracks in the silence,
Loud as a gunshot.
I turn and spy a herd of deer.
They spy me.
We watch each other for a long while,
Still as can be
Before turning away
And minding our own business.
At my cheeks and hands.
Frostfire burning,
Snowfall shining,
Breath visible in the morning air.
Fresh wildlife tracks in the snow -
Raccoon’s long claw marks,
Deer hoof marks,
Coyote tracks
To match that of my dog
Who sniffs every print in sight
Looking for their owners.
Wood cracks in the silence,
Loud as a gunshot.
I turn and spy a herd of deer.
They spy me.
We watch each other for a long while,
Still as can be
Before turning away
And minding our own business.
Here's a GazOO!© 2007 Dana Sieben
**Speaking of winter...I just found out that one of my poems, Tasting Winter, is up over at Long Story Short this month. I had forgotten that I submitted it. How forgetful is that? ;)
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