the beauty of winter
the days grow short
darkness long
the light of day
softer
the dark of night
deeper
the woods less dense
sound travels easier
i walk with my dog
long into the timber
dead leaves crumbling
a twig snaps beneath my boot
i see my breath
"hail Mary full of grace..."
the 27th day of the Novena
it began in the warmth of autumn
it continues in this frigid morning
Jack runs after a deer
a large doe
her white bushy tail flapping high above her back
he stops after a few yards
looks at me as if to say
"she's fast!"
wkm
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