Across deserted
fields, under fire,
prints of his last run
leave their mark, pairs
of tiny split hearts,
coursing the ground
like tears.
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Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor. “Deer Tracks” reprinted from Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press © 2007.
A Mary poem!!
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Every once in a while, one appears!
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Your photo and poem are so timely! We saw similar tracks yesterday while snowshoeing in CO. When we go back out today, I will smile knowingly if we see any more “tears” in the snow.
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Enjoy the snow!
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Really enjoyed your poem, Mary. Thank you. Love, Amy
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You’re welcome…glad you enjoyed it! Hugs, Mary
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