Thursday, June 10, 2010

Small Things

It is the small things I notice

As I come out of the fog of the end of the school year

I begin my morning walks

Bird songs, wet nose of the dog

Rabbit chases, a flushed deer

The first light on the tops of the trees

The breeze that happens at the moment of dawn

I stop and examine the trail

A highway of life is recorded

Round horseshoes, bicycle tracks, boot prints, small sneakers show the day

Then smaller, deer hooves, dog paws, the small hands of raccoons and possums

Ever more tiny, the faint prints of rabbits and squirrels show the night

Startled mourning doves rise from the cover of flowering blackberries

A wet nose prods me on

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