the crescent moon appeared

in puddles

seen through the maze of brush

the brush and the big trees

were still

changing clothes

and i found someone's mapping

and remembered that wooly bears track their own stories

with a plan on their backs

telling of the sort of winter we have in store

this flower is growing in my sugar maple garden,

ok, a tree that the county workers felled

and brought the logs to me

to warm me in a cold winter,

that is, if the wooly bears

share their secrets.

and don't play games.

hey, maybe that grid

is the wooly bear score card!