Footprints trampled on the white-draped scene,
Proclaim her presence, dare we lean to catch
this image: deer who forages in-between,
For plants and leaves, mid stinging, bramble patch.
The driving wind begins anew the match,
The stakes are high, survival is the prize,
Excuse to wander far – the frozen latch,
Knead seeds away from birds much smaller-sized.
I thought my trip through time had grown me wise,
But fawn and family clubbing in the snow,
Renew my instinct to be sad. Those eyes
now turn abrupt, returning gaze, she knows.
A mother does what ever must be done
And life’s sheer string is taut, the triumph’s won.
Wordle #202: TRAMPLE, CLUB, IMAGES, sTING, STRING, TRIP, PLANT, BEGIN, EXCUSES, DRIVE, KNEAD, WIND