Autumn
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Swing Away
We were back up north trying to hit the King and reacclimatize ourselves to familiar ground, after spending the better part of autumn down south, chasing Sharptail out on the
Sometimes
Surely, the many pairs of bird’s eyes found us first as we moved across the pasture. My own set found them second, white bellies out in a few inches of grass. The dog’s nose
Stay
Two weeks into winter and I’ll already be thinking about spring. The snow melting. Long days of sunlight. Hungry pike feeding in the shallows.
Springtime will find me standing in
Turn
You can see it in the fields
The hay has been cut
The wheat turned a golden yellow
It’s there in the forest
The leaves have begun to dim
The mosquitos have all but