Discovery in Dappled Light
Inside the edge of the trees
of a forest Mom forbade me to visit,
past the fences and hedgerows
behind our house, down over the edge
of the dirt cliff, out beyond Dzot’s pond,
too far from home for easy walking,
too far for mother’s whistle to call me home,
I found a fox.
It was dead, its body
already blending into leaves and litter,
it’s gold red fur still shining
in the dappled light,
belonging dead as it did alive
to this wild place
which now was peopled for me
with new elusive faces.
Mary Stebbins Taitt
For Sara, Erin and Lisa Spanfelner
Image: goldfinch at feeder at Pinery, by me.
Why am I illustrating a poem about a fox with a picture of a goldfinch? Read Richard's story to find out (If you haven't already!) This story is a sprout from Richard's.
(Yes, I am still sick, but y'all are tired of hearing about it, so I'm concentrating on saying something else!)