Trio

6 AM.
23 degrees.
I opened the front door:
snow sugared the grass,
the bluebird pair trilled
and flew from my car
into the neighbor's tree.

11:32 AM.
25 degrees.
Wind tumbled waves,
big wind, the wind
that blew all night,
roaring in the woods
behind the house.
Not these woods,
but like these woods,
empty, trunks covered
in lichen, leaves snow-dusted.

4:37 PM.
25 degrees.
The two does
by the driveway
and the buck
at woods' edge,
all young, look up
once, then down
to tug whatever grows.

We are cold.
alone, at home
in the woods.