what the camera saw

 in the evening's golden surprise
 between showers, cloudscapes, snowmelt gurgling
the light was long and 
 there was a reminder that this walk 
is now mine alone.
there was a trickster surprise on the roadside, too
left by a border collie with a sense of humor,
not a print, something more present
than absent.
then the geese surprised me
quieter than in fall, but in huge flocks.
i went out to listen, flushed a white tail,
but didn't hear
woodcock, peepers.