New snow falls gentle as a wish
Snow covers sallow earth
white on white on white
We walk out of the house
cold and young again
as if we know nothing
Today there are
no shadows breaking
the surface
only the cloven-hoofed
tracks of a small herd
of white-tailed deer
Hoof prints strewn
halved like broken hearts
circling white pines
Red maples have cast off bud scales
in last week’s thaw
crimson stars fallen on snow
We woke up old one morning
my husband and I
Now we stand in the middle
of a pasture
faces upturned and naked
young again


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