gray clouds blur the sun

gray clouds blur the sun,

deer tracks on the white creek bed,

a string of geese flying east

A gray overcast blurs the sun, fuzzy white with a faint pink aura crowning the orb. On Pilgrim Creek a lone deer, walking along the middle of the snow-covered ice, left neat heart-shaped prints in the snow, like calligraphy on a white scroll. A long string of geese, with only a small vee at the head and a few outriders, is flying east over the snowy fields. Seems way too early and too cold for migration, but there they go.