Winter Sequence
1
I saw nine deer on a hillside,
as if in a still-life painting,
move as if a murmuration
of starlings.
2
One bird the day before,
two yesterday on roads
I drive regularly.
A change is coming.
3
I drive on tire tracks
in the snow on the road
that takes me home
as if the snowplow can do nothing.
4
The tracks in the snow
before my porch. . .
deer, coyote, feral cat
nighttime visits.
5
I am in the dark waiting
for sunrise. A daily ritual.
It’s taken the place of prayer –
an answer always comes.
6
I wish I could read the tracks
across my heart as easily
as the tracks in the snow –
winter’s gift.
7
I am seeing ghosts almost
as easily as I see shadows.
One often blending into
the other – dreams, memories, desires.
8
I consider the best way
to keep warm in winter.
My heart scoffs, says,
“Don’t forget me."
-Byron Hoot
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