new year
new day
new boots
packed ice
route change
muddy stomp
there’s no glitter on you
you wear your brown wrinkles
proudly you watch us
stark against grey skies
there’s no hurry in you
two bobtails
bound past
deer magic
sure footed
new boots
new day
Oh Julie, every time I come here I cry!
This is so beautiful. Thank you.
And every time, you make me smile 🙂 Thanks, Joanna!
That was a really lovely walk – to see the deer on New Year’s day seemed fairly auspicious. But the trees – they were unmoved; they’ve seen it all before …
I had a similar conversation with the trees on New Year’s Day… slowly, slowly, they said, the world doesn’t change with one tick of the clock, it is much more rhythmic and powerful than that.
Wise words … x