rime crusted snow
printed with track of fox and rabbit
a race to the burrow
where the vixen fell short
of feeding her hungry kits
and the swift hare lives to dance again
ice embossed tridents of bird track
gray dove feathers
spots of crimson blood
where the snowy owl found his target
and lives to hunt once more
runes of bone cast in the starlight
iridescent scales gleam
where the cold flesh of fish was devoured
and the silken mink lives to swim again
silently, the stars appear
where Orion hunts his nightly prey
life and death in the winter meadow
under the solstice moon
*** On our short hikes in this beautiful snow, we find tracks of all our fellow inhabitants that move mostly unseen – fox, deer, coyote, rabbit – and sometimes we run across evidence of the hunt.
All a part of the course of our seasons – K
Well, the weather forecaster was right this time – it started with a little freezing rain, then heavy downpours of sleet and finally….SNOW!!! And lots of it! There is almost a foot of the fluffy white stuff now and it is still coming down.
I am one of those crazy people that love the snow – the only drawback with this storm is the temperature – it is soooooo cold. Which means the snow isn’t good snowman building snow – too light and icy.
So I will make due with these handsome fellows to keep me company!
Well, this all started a few years ago. Bob and I would roll the pumpkins we had used to decorate the outside of the house for autumn, down to the lake after Thanksgiving dinner or whenever we started putting the Christmas decorations out.
So those years when we had family here, the kids would do the honors of rolling the big orange globes down the road.
Now, it has become an annual family tradition on Thanksgiving day! It is hilarious to watch and lots of fun to do. You oughta find a nice hill and try it yourself next year! Smiles!!!
I remind myself to pay attention
Should the stones choose to shout out
Or the mountains bow down.
Just in case a triad of angels
Drop by the house for a visit
I keep the sacrament of hospitality prepared.
My eyes are open
Should I need to clothe the naked
Or feed the hungry
Or maybe have occasion to do justice
Or show mercy.
Shaking myself to stay awake,
I have my eyes peeled
For the bridegroom.
To keep alert
Ready to hear that whisper
Loud as a thunderclap
*** This a poem for Advent written last year. But as I am preparing for the holidays again, it reminds me to keep prepared in other ways. Things I should be prepared to do each and every day – feed the hungry, clothe the naked, be just, merciful, hospitable. Should you be so inclined, these are the Biblical references: Luke 19:40, Habakkuk 3:6, Hebrews 13:2, Micah 6:8, Isaiah 58:7, Matthew 25, Psalm 46:10