The wind took a small limb from the cottonwood. I left it at the front door to think what to do with it...wanting each loss to find a purpose or use. It remained there for days untouched until one morning I discovered every leaf eaten from its branches. A night visitation. I hadn't seen deer in the yard, but the next dusk there was a pair of velvet antlers bending to tender leaves just out my window.
6.23.2010
The wind took a small limb from the cottonwood. I left it at the front door to think what to do with it...wanting each loss to find a purpose or use. It remained there for days untouched until one morning I discovered every leaf eaten from its branches. A night visitation. I hadn't seen deer in the yard, but the next dusk there was a pair of velvet antlers bending to tender leaves just out my window.
