by Chitola Utsanami
The wind entered through the sills and our nostrils
Plundering our hearth.
You could see it earlier that morning
Raising an army of snow into drifts and then walls.
The fox and the deer felt this army before.
One went into a deep musky den, the other made a shallow bed under a
shield of fir, fur and fear.
No creature was safe. No one was immune to its progress.
Even a low bearing vole would not dare bore holes in such a snow. Continue Reading →