our sweet little weekend cottage...

she sits up proudly

with her shoulders back

in the prairie

whose color has been washed away overnight

~~

the deep thick prairie

that holds the hands of the lives we rarely see

~

deer spend the night in beds they have created

fox or maybe coyotes leave their footprints behind in the dirt

and

furry things that chew for hours and hours

burrow away in their underground tunnels

~~

yesterday

a white blanket of frost had thrown itself over the prairie

right before I got there

but

when the early morning sun rubbed the sleep out of her eyes

and

threw her arms wide

the prairie jumped to attention

suddenly dressed in a layer of shimmering gold

that looked like it had been painted on

~~

the window shades made of tree leaves

have now been stripped away

leaving many things naked

but

the dried grasses

looked fully dressed

as they danced and swayed to a music I couldn't hear

the bird houses are full and moving

with furry little field mice and all their relatives

~yes field mice~

and

sometimes like yesterday

when I'm at the cottage

walking in the fields

taking photos

breathing in an air that I can actually taste

the

prairie fairies

gather together

and

hold the sun for me

~

perfectly

just like that

*

did anyone else cry last night with grey's anatomy or was I the only one

?