Winter

When the first frost settles upon my rooftop and the red-tail fox frolics then burrows itself deep under the snow; tucked away inside it’s den from another hash winters night, that’s when the North Star shines the brightest      
       
Watching from my window I can see the wind as it bends the tree branches back n forth, pushing the water along down stream which is now at a slow trickle. A large tree branch is stuck between two stones getting buried under falling snow, and oh, the river otter pushes on-by happy it caught a fish the size of it’s own body and hurries away. And me, well, I am immersed in the view...