Deer have been eating the wild rosebush again, and the yard is a maze of rabbit tracks. The fog lifts for a minute, then returns.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Deer have been eating the wild rosebush again, and the yard is a maze of rabbit tracks. The fog lifts for a minute, then returns.
the tall rose stands over the salvia and hebe.
sharp points of birdsong in the stillness.
heat lifts overnight, then returns.
a dog lifts her head.
not digging or making tracks today.
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