I knew in late fall
that branches cut
from the mugos
would make a fine
brush pile
and I knew the joy I was
pushing into the future
would be there when bunny rabbit
and chickadee took refuge there
through the night and in the storm
This morning I found the joy
that I had planted in my winter garden
... footprints
...and a chickadee who flew out from the branches
as I came near
