I donned xc skis
and headed through the woods, meadows and hills
the wilds around home
after an hour I arrived at a tangled forest along a creek
you know the kind of woods that you have to bend and twist to get through
the limbs of trees and bushes
grab your hat and cloak each step of the way
along the waters edge
snow turned into geometry crystals
sacred geometry
it was layers and layers deep, perhaps a dozen layers
of delicate yet strong sheets of these icy layers
a pile of flicker (woodpecker group) feathers were scattered on a log and snow
someone dinned in these shadowy woods
a lone wolf had passed the same path that morning
ice formations showed the beauty of branches in a unique way
upon return
I had the honor of holding a little junco until it felt well enough to fly away
after colliding with a window
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it truly felt like a fairy-tale day
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