Tracey - I like this (I, too, have a thing for foxes) but when I get to the end I think: What happened to spring? That distracts me.
What I really love about this is it's all show, not tell.
;)
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fox dreams
thoughts of winter, my second favorite time of year... and, of course, foxes.
fox dreams
in December’s slate-light
afternoon,
drift-snow leewards
through corn stalk stubble,
and fox dreams slip
silver slivers
under brush covered
meadow corners.
red ears twitch
in sleep
while endless mice,
wild grapes,
berries and pheasant eggs
bring summer
to hemlock-edged,
maple-empty
fox fields.
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