
A DESERT OF SNOW AND ICE
As arctic winds roar south over Manitou Mountain, coursing down through frozen mountainside quarries, bending low Milkweed and Monarda, their sere, dried flower-husks scraping patterns in the crystalline snow of the Woodstock Valley, deep winter comes to Waghkonk. Animals large and small, some with claws and some with paws, cast far and wide for a desperate meal, their stories told in fast-fading traces on wind-blown white, like lost memories past, as some live and some don'