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The cobalt shadows of the poet trees stretch in last light, limbs entwining, across the snow to the russet alders that grow to the edge of the beaver pond. Advertisements
Homeward into sunset with clouds stacking like grievous complications suggesting camels seahorses uninhabited islands and rumors of red that does not burn as the first cold drops of autumn rain splatter washing day into the sudden sanctuary of blessed night. … Continue reading
the sunset makes pink rose petals of the puddles in the field so we could call them rose puddles and the ducks and gulls and geese are noisy and newsy with spring y todavía te hecho de menos, corazón
From sky to snowy hills, only shades of gray in the still of evening, yet there is, briefly, after a bitter week of wind and cold, a sense of lightening, of a loosening of the heavy ropes of winter that … Continue reading
Winter Solstice As if the sky tore open so unmoored clouds drifted laden heavy of wintergrief to the rose-and-cream horizon pastel nursery-color satin pillowed casket-liner sunset. An optimist’s moon, half full, rose into longest night.
It was beautiful, really, no need to qualify it, to say beautiful for November. Out of the flat grey sky cut a slash of orange, gaze of a monocular god, Lighting the low hills across the lake, a moment when … Continue reading