reflection(s)

 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!