My rickety knees join the rattle
As the wind trips through winter’s branches
I hear the chimes of urban life, further away and
as the path curves through the woods,
the church bell, the cars’ horns, the noisy shutter and loud sigh of a bus
Rounding a corner
Up ahead, the deer quietly crunch as they appear
On my path in the snow
It’s the three fawns, almost grown
I love their innocent wildness, their thick winter coat, their Doe eyes
So unperturbed in this deep winter dream.

I made a successful Dutch Oven bread, very holy :)