I am in here.
We finished clearing the last Section of trail by noon, High on the ridge-side Two thousand feet above the creek Reached the pass, went on Beyond the white pine groves, Granite shoulders, to a small Green meadow watered by the snow, Edged with Aspen—sun Straight high and blazing But the air was cool. Ate a … Continue reading Above Pate Valley
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve … Continue reading The Thought Fox
I need bright colors around me now, perhaps especially because they are hard to find in the middle of winter. Winter may have just started according to the rigid calendar and the nice people at the Directorate of Time, but it’s been going on a while. I believe that I can date the beginning of … Continue reading colors of the day
When the snow starts to dust the streets again, the coffee house workers huddle outside under the dubious shelter of the balcony, and smoke Virginia Slims. Tis then time for me to be warm inside, smoke-free, snuggled on the comfy green couch with my eggnog latté. And so I wish I could blog about something … Continue reading Today at the coffee house
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