Tracks

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

After the storm,
on our morning walk,
deer tracks ran
along the water’s edge
in the heavy snow.

These were running tracks,
with great distance
between each footprint,
its force making
a deep imprint in the snow.

Yesterday was the last day
of hunting season.
A heavy snow and ice storm
ran all day,
keeping hunters at bay.

Because hunters cannot
hunt along the water’s edge,
these deer found refuge
along the lake’s shore,
among the cedar groves—

respite for another year.

10 Comments

Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, poems, Poetry

10 responses to “Tracks

  1. Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
    So well said! — kenne

  2. Wonderful images; so vivid. Nick

  3. Thankful the deer found respite for another year. I wish it was for always…. Beautiful writing as always, Ethel.

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