Soft applause from the road bank: a doe’s ears flapping as she shakes her head to chase away the flies.
deer
May 15, 2009
May 6, 2009
April 17, 2009
March 31, 2009
Sunny and cold. My mother starts up the trail into the woods with her pant-legs tucked into her socks against the plague of deer ticks.
March 24, 2009
March 18, 2009
Bluebird, white-throated sparrow, a starling’s liquid note, and high overhead, a killdeer: the sky must be blue above the fog.
March 15, 2009
February 6, 2009
January 7, 2009
December 15, 2008
November 28, 2008
November 26, 2008
Enough snow now to make the ground a blank page for the calligraphy of weeds and the meandering tracks of birds, the prints of their wings.
November 12, 2008
Two white-tailed deer leap through the dried goldenrod and asters beyond the springhouse, surfacing, diving—dolphins in a brown sea.