On the trail
the snow crust crunches
under my boot.
I listen for branches,
for breath, for belonging.
A raven hops closer, halts,
steals a peanut, studies me.
I keep my distance.
I’m good at giving space.
On the trail
the snow crust crunches
under my boot.
I listen for branches,
for breath, for belonging.
A raven hops closer, halts,
steals a peanut, studies me.
I keep my distance.
I’m good at giving space.