March

Dave BontaContemplative

A four-pronged twig tumbled by wind has left the oddest tracks in the snow, no two alike.

The fox, by contrast, has walked more than a mile in her own, earlier footprints,

leaving a single set of blurred tracks with toes pointing in both directions.

Dave Bonta

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