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Winter Creatures

All day long, the snow fell,
Softly, quietly; you couldn’t tell,
When your  eyes were closed.

All the next day, we shoveled;
The mail was undelivered.
Could we hope for it the next day?
Or the next?

Yes, after dark the mail truck came,
One day, or two; some hours late,
Bringing news, and things to read;
The carrier freezing in his truck.

(But I’m hoping not –.
Do they wear electric suits,
Like astronomers, watching distant stars?}

I trudged out to get the mail,
And sorting it, found it not all ours.
Four pieces each, for neighbors next –
Should I venture out to deliver the rest?

Perhaps foolishly — yes, I went.
And on the way, looked to my left.
Two deer stood silently, watching me.
In the silence, dark, and cold,
We watched each other, warily.

Some days we see the animal tracks,
And even trails, worn in the snow.
Squirrels, birds, and chipmunks, too —
Deer and rabbits have passed through.

And today, with sun on snow,
A flash of red in bush does show.
A cardinal has come to eat
Some seeds I set out for a treat.

A rabbit came to our porch, too.
He tried some parsley, grass –
But few, the blades that he did pick to chew.

So blessed we are, with all these creatures,
Nature is God’s constant teacher.

TRINITY

Three boys ride bikes along the road,
Fishing poles bending as they go –
Nearby must be a fishing hole.

Three deer burst through the dense woods deep;
Their hooves ring loud along the street.
I wonder if they’re good to eat?

Three rabbits pranced among the clover,
A baby and two others, older;
And then they run for shelter, cover.

Three stars danced in the sky so bright –
Planets, or just meteorites?
They spread a fantasy of light.

Three Persons in eternity,
One Being in infinity,
One bond in perpetuity.

Change of Season

Wearing my sweaters more often now;
They’re saying it will freeze, somehow.
Most trees, still green,
Don’t look like winter yet.

Soybeans were harvested this week.
Green machine giants came down the road
Bearing their load
Before the cold could harm them.

How did the farmers do this year?
The water needed rarely appeared.
Still, farmers persist;
They’re made of tough stuff.

In my own garden, I cleared the weeds.
I turned the soil, and added more.
I made a row with my trusty hoe,
And buried garlic cloves, row by row.

Like flower bulbs, the garlic bulbs live
Through winter’s cold
And are so bold to reproduce
And give us food (in July).

No, most trees are not orange yet.
Warm days might return for a bit.
But soon, the rain of leaves will fall
And rabbits in their cozy dens
Will snuggle under snow’s blanket.