Blue Beggars
On the morning of the first day of March, greedy jays are at the feeder, first to find the crumbs from the master’s table. Persistent little beggars, these blue...
Category: winter
In the woods
I took myself to the woods today. My head was pounding, the walls of my brain squeezing in, trapping all that pressure behind my eyes. I needed to breathe. It w...
hibernation
It could be I’m in hibernation. Maybe I’m a toad, buried deep in the mud at the bottom of the river, insides turned to antifreeze, waiting out the winter. My ey...
A fresh snow
I woke up this morning and things seemed lighter. The sun had not yet risen this midwinter Monday. But the windows had a bluish glow to them. It took me a few m...
The First “Nose”
Today was the first real snow. It came in a bluster of northwest wind overnight, somewhat unexpected. The first hint I had of it was the faint white glow from m...