boots and skis left trails in the fresh snow

for all who would follow

the veins and capillaries of trees

form a net

to bear the weight of new snow.

i wonder

what she's dreaming of.

you don't have to be snow white

to fall for these apples.

when this little orphaline traveled from vermont to alabama

he was alone and lost in the world.

his new best friend, genie, of paris and beyond,

has taken him into her home and her heart.

she calls him

oskar

genie reports he is purrfectly content with his new life.

how i spent my new year weekend - 7

the setting sun dispatched the last wisps of fog,

i found a real path (not the deer paths i'd been following),

and reached home an hour later, muddy, but happy.

do you suppose 2012 will be a year for getting lost in the woods?

how i spent my new year weekend - 6

i took a path i thought would lead to the road.

instead i found myself in the middle of an unfamiliar cornfield.

i was lost with not even kernels of corn to lead me home.

and the light was beginning to fade.