the crescent moon appeared
 in puddles
 seen through the maze of brush
  the brush and the big trees 
were still 
changing clothes
 and i found someone's mapping
 and remembered that wooly bears track their own stories
with a plan on their backs
telling of the sort of winter we have in store
 this flower is growing in my sugar maple garden,
ok, a tree that the county workers felled
and brought the logs to me
to warm me in a cold winter,
that is, if the wooly bears
share their secrets.
and don't play games.
hey, maybe that grid
is the wooly bear score card!