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Conjouring the Dipper
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Darkness
I have always been a lover of darkness. This began in my childhood when I used to head for the little evergreen forest at the end of the farm pond, just as the sun was setting. The little forest offered cool dark shade, even during the heat of the brightest day. It was delicious to […]
11-10-18 Musings (Western Catalpa)
It was very cold overnight – the first frost warning of the season. The light is beautiful now, yellow and thick, sliding down trees’ trunks and pooling around their ankles like shed clothing. I feel the common longing that possesses me annually in this season – I want time in the trees – time behind […]
Morning after Mabon
Nine balloons drift, silent, through quiet yellow air in the eastern sky. Field grasses turn gold overnight. The trees are holding out for just a little more Summer – never let it end, they say, clinging long to the green though it is beginning to look threadbare and worn. Daily they lose the battle for […]
Three Things
I looked out of our front window early this morning. Three things – first — the small neighbor girls, who are so curiously enchanted by everything about us — who, using their hands to shade their eyes spied, giggling, through the glass of our front door, stealing a glimpse into the secluded magic that must […]