Poetry Lines April 2, 2014 fhaedra Leave a comment Amid silence of the woodland where deer walks leave behind light feather imprints in snow you appear to invite me to pick up the phone. Share this:Tweet Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like this:Like Loading…