winter
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Illness is a kind of winter…
Illness is a kind of winter. It strips the green, leaving only the bare, peeling branches of your life; but it opens the sky. The view widens. It is a new season, only that. You know it will get colder. You know ice is coming. You retreat indoors; inside. Reading MFK Fisher, I see that… Continue reading
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How Cold Is It?
It’s so cold, the snow people are trying to burrow underground. Continue reading
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Hard Winter
It’s the last day of 02005, and it seems I should take Watermark out with a winter poem, but I don’t have a new one; so, here is an old one: Spike bit Maxine on the hand last week. As blood came up in tiny beads, he rubbed against her legs and purred. Plows… Continue reading
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Friday Cat Blogging on Saturday
As many of you know, TypePad had a little glitch yesterday which prevented any TypePad blogging. I had planned a link-heavy post, but I think you will be even happier with these great photos of PeeWee and DC [DamnCat!] from Cousin Sue. Click the images to see big ones: Lovely Montana winter kitties; don’t you… Continue reading
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Winter Monday
A waft of garlic seeps into this sunroom from my neighbor’s kitchen. Chickadees and nuthatches flit up and down up and down from the limbs of the lilac tree. Sun spots dingy snow. The budgies watch from their cage without longing. Continue reading
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