Deer Tracks

Across deserted fields, under fire, prints of his last run leave their mark, pairs of tiny split hearts, coursing the ground like tears. * * * Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor. “Deer Tracks” reprinted from Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press © 2007.  

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch. – Yoshida Kenko

As if to dress the winter marsh, cattails turn their cigar heads into a white and fluffy mass of seeds, ready to drift off in the wind and build new colonies for spring. * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2013