Winter wilderness... wrapped up and warm, crackling fires and fe

Starting each day in my refuge of warmth; I'd coax
fire with crisp kindling, boil water as the norm... melt chocolate on brioche con L'Espresso del
giorn'...This coffee is sacred - most sacred of
all.

As sun melts its gold and iridescent blue- through
pillows of snow feathers, floating heavy and grey,
my mind moved to mysteries, that day might
betray...

Through cleared misted glass, I spied the wild
frozen lawn; timid tracks in the twilight, tails
followed by dawn.

Eyes trace secret night movements - nocturnally
sworn - of roving proud antlers... trotters,
nightingales and horns...

Then! -from curtain of forest, as clear as the
morn...to the sweet natural spring, came a deer
with her fawn!