March

This entry is part 36 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

A four-pronged twig tumbled by wind
has left the oddest tracks
in the snow, no two alike.

The fox, by contrast,
has walked more than a mile
in her own, earlier footprints,

leaving a single set
of blurred tracks with toes
pointing in both directions.

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  1. This is lovely! The vixen’s economy of effort reminds me of the page in the carol, following the footsteps of Good King Wenceslas. Good wishes on your Saint’s day …

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    1. Oh, thank you! You know, “vixen” is a word we really don’t use enough on this side of the pond. (Nor, sadly, do we celebrate St. David’s Day with anything like the pomp it clearly deserves. :)

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