Should My Fox Come Again to My Cabin in the Snow


Then, the winter will have fallen all in whiteand the hill will be rising to the north, the night also rising and leaving, dawn light just coming in, the fire out.

Down the hill running will come that flame among the dancing skeletons of the ash trees. I will leave the door open for him. (C) Patricia Fargnoli

  • How do you leave the door open for wildness to enter?
  • Patricia Fargnoli writes of a fox. What wild creature do you long to catch a glimpse of?
  • Write a poem beginning with the line, "Down the hill running will come..." Describe the wild creature you long for in rich imagery and detail. Allow yourself to be curious about why this creature calls to your wild soul.