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Morning Dew
On a cold morning, like this one has turned out to be, it crunches lightly underfoot, the crisp grass tines bending to earth with each soft step, wetting shoes with a coating of earth-cloud-moisture. It glazes the car’s windshield, seeming … Continue reading
A Morning Walk
It was bitter cold there along the shore as we took our exercise this morning, the icy wind making our half hour seem more than endless. As rainclouds began forming we kept our steady pace while turning back, watching as … Continue reading
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A Cup of Lotus Tea
Sitting quietly under the carport in the still crispness of the morning air listening to the sparrows chirp and play there on the light-frost covered lawn, their day’s sport unspoiled by this unseasonable cold, watching the sky, made sharp and … Continue reading
A Hard Freeze
When the temperature drops with the sun, there is a stillness that comes on the world: like a blanket of crystal on the lawn that mutes out even the low sound of breath, or a layer of gauze, chilled and … Continue reading
Changes in Mood
Sometimes, it seems like the world is awash in a dark, foul murky liquid that seeks a height just above the chin, and tastes bad to boot; at times like these, when nothing goes according to plan, or requires no … Continue reading
The Holly and the Oak
As the days wane short to midwinter’s night and the Holly King, crowned at Samhain, rules a darkened world in shadows without light, the cold earth hibernates, waiting for Yule. In the deep fetid sleep of seeming death the spirit … Continue reading
Blues for the Sun: a blues sonnet
Oh, how the winter wind does howl and moan The winter wind, I hear it howl and moan And turn the warm sunshine as cold as stone The morning sky is clouded up with rain Covered over with clouds all … Continue reading