Up at 4:30, and in the moonlight I saw a single young deer in the yard,
eating the remnants of our tomato plants.
Another light snow – a little less than an inch. I’m waiting for
By two in the afternoon we get it: a hard, cold wind –
wind like surf crashing through the pines,
tossing snow like spindrift from their spines.
But then it’s gone again, and the feeling stays. Still waiting.