Three Green Notebooks Left in a Cedar Chest on Elm Street

a metal bucket at his feet. With a smooth, practiced sweep of his arm, he scattered a handful of grain onto the snow.

A dozen dark-eyed juncos and three chickadees dropped from the lilac bushes, their tiny feet leaving delicate patterns in the fresh drifts.

I walked down my steps and stood near the low wire fence that separated our properties. The snow continue reading …