Doesn’t matter what I think,
some bear’s been shredding them.
Peck and peck. Repeat.
How much wood? You cannot imagine.
Several layers interlaced living on decay.
More and more, the moss beats back the grass.
The extent of it is new and puzzling.
Evergreen mountain laurel leaves are the thermometer of the woods.
At 43°F they look like this; warmer they lift and flatten;
colder they curl, tighter and tighter, into little tubes at zero.
And here is 25°F, this morning.
Walkabout in wonderland this afternoon.
Happy New Year!
