A watery link in a plentiful landscape.
All the news that’s fit to print.
Someone small and alert.
Frozen subtlety on the beaver pond.
Breaking trail, someone who knows these woods well.
Silver maples beaver-scarred but healing.
Last year’s bounty still satisfies.
A hard way to go: little brown bat on a January road.
Clockwise, the way of the dance.
Crossing the path of a quiet companion.