Anything but white

ditch

Screech owl at dawn
& a great-horned owl at dusk.
All day long, just words.

*

Skid marks where a rabbit
slid into the ditch at dawn—
no shadows then.

*

Marooned in the snow,
the old whitewashed springhouse
is anything but white.

*

Where deer once stepped,
dinner-plate-sized craters
brimming with new snow.

 

old footprints

3 Replies to “Anything but white”

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.