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eight days – antler

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During my trip to Ontario, we spent lots of time, on cold days, enjoying the wood stove. 

On the hearth was a deer antler, found on a walk in the woods.  Usually they are hard to find since the mice chew them to nothing very quickly. 

I was drawn to the antler because of its resemblance to a bony hand.

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antler

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ivory hand, posed

for incantation, shadows in unexpected places

relic of a woodland walk, artefact

enchanted, deer rub

cedar bark to summon

mist, acknowledge the passage

of days, manifest between

separation

and the gnawing of mice

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© Jane Tims 2012

 

Written by jane tims

February 1, 2012 at 6:33 am

tracks in the snow

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On Tuesday I went for a walk in the grey woods.  Snow fell just before Christmas, so my walk turned into a quest to see who else had been walking (or running) in the woods. 

I found many tracks, large and small.  Mice had made their cylindrical tunnels, and occasionally had run across the surface.  At some places, you can see where their tunnels suddenly go subterranean…

Sometimes several paths converge at a sheltered area beneath a fallen log, like a woodland bus terminal…

There were lots of squirrel tracks, often ending at the base of a tree where their paths move into the treetops…  

Squirrel tracks crisscrossed with those of deer… 

I followed the trail of two deer deep into the woods, thinking they were long gone since the tracks were filled with a slight dusting of snow…

This made me a little careless, and the next thing I heard was a high-pitched snort and squeal of warning and the bounding of hooves through the woods.   I got a good look at two beautiful deer, but the camera was not ready.  I did capture the very fresh track of one of the retreating deer.

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tracks in the snow

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ephemeral proof

I follow the beacon

of a stash of spruce cones

stock-piled at the base

of a crooked tree

careen from a foe

slip beneath a log

dive into a hole

secret hollow 

a pause to still

thud thud of my heart

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©  Jane Tims   2011

 

Written by jane tims

December 30, 2011 at 8:36 am