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  • 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!)
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