Resolve: Walk Through My Regular, Natural World Like a STRANGER, Notice What I’ve Never Seen Before ; Update My View of Things; Then Capture It in a 420 Character-9 Line Poem.

Walking through my yard as if I were a stranger

helps me notice a “ground gallery” of pine needles

spiraling out from perfectly round holes.

No dirt’s been pulled from the openings;

a few inches from the rim, the ground is calm.

A skunk digging out grubs created these tiny bits of art;

I’ll save this sweet scene

for when I need a dust of snow moment to reclaim a day I’m on my way to rueing.

(Keeps Monsanto away too.)



( Colby’s The First Book of Animal Signs)

Dust of Snow


The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued (I hope this Skunk Mom shows her kids how to dig for grubs in my lawn.)