snowshoe hare

9 December 2020

childhood me watches the cold
snow-encrusted darkness drape
itself over backyard pines – little
               bruises, blue-black
    imprints in the snow trailing to
    the porch’s frozen underbelly –
    refuge from foxes mum says.
after breakfast I will go
out and make hare tracks
with my mittened hands.

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