snipe hunt

i’ve got several posts in the works, but spring has definitely sprung in vermont and there is no longer enough time in the day to do all the things i need to do, all the things i want to do, plus sleep and pee. until i get a rainy day with no Mom:Chauffeur duties, have a haiku about one of my favourite little three-season birds, which is back in my summer pasture and sending me his haunting noctural morse codes:

 

when night comes, snipe winnow

not golden grain but night air:

fanning the starlight.