Quiet Communion

Quiet Communion

Can you feel the snap of fresh snow

beneath your boots as you trudge

through woods to empty the compost,

the chicken bones and moldy bread,

old spinach and celery tops that will feed

so many unseen creatures this winter?

Can you feel the scraps slide in a steaming

heap from the bin, and do you kneel

to touch the forked tracks of crows

and paw-prin…