I am much too sensitive, like a fern

my mood defaults to worry, ridiculous

fronds wizen at the first breath of frost - 

I require frequent, disciplined applications

of trees surviving randomly, evidence

of flight of birds, the sight of winter food

If what I track is cheerful

A map is a hearty helpful labyrinth

to pace into relinquishing

my bearings

All photos and text copyright Kelly DuMar 2016