Monday, January 9, 2012

A winter walk

The Don Valley trail, Sunday.
Hot sun, bare trees. Amazing
that all this is barely a fifteen minute walk from my front door, in downtown Toronto.

I sat here, in a bed of dead stinging
nettles, watching the river flow, and especially listening. 'Burbling' is a good word.

A beaver was swimming here
once. And another time a deer,
wading. Not in winter, though.

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