and a need arises to rearrange them.
Water will change its course
if you persuade it.
The rain cuts deep when it hits clay.
Nature or man writings?
Ignore the foot, dirty from the walk,
see the size of the hoof print.
I could hear deer snorting
in their hiding spot.
Today I could not see nor would I dare to look. It is snake weather and I am short clad in flip flops. Yet, I wonder, does the spring of my youth still run? I hear the dogs splash in water and I have renewed hope it does.