~ Words on beginning the Winter Festivities ~ Monday 30th November 2020 Autumn’s last calendar day. The season puts on a thick mist coat so I picture it flouncing out with flaming leaves at its hem, russet apples tumbling behind. Winter clatters at the door, all cold bones and tense sparkling hope. Last night I had driven home connected to a clear night, moon above, fuel warning light pipping, songs turned loud: it was like old poor times, the good energy of it, the leap of faith. This night I drove home through wails of mist, fuel levels contently full, songs still loud: the good energy of repleteness. My fear of comfort is diminished, I note, and this brings an excitement. Am I ready? Yes. Tuesday 1st December 2020 In bed drinking coffee, having first admired the crazy moon lighting the morning sky silvery bright; the sun behind us was arriving as though poured slowly from a jug. Welcome to winter. This first day is a list of simple pleasures: setting up cold protection in t
And with this posting, I can see a reflection of those who have lived and died, never really being known.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lily.
I'd like to think it is someone's job to note the living and passing of every creature.
ReplyDeleteI love how you make the cold and dormant details of winter riparian into a living organism, huge and whole. My compliments.
ReplyDeleteI love this...you gave life to this unknown being...beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMuch response to the creatures who live without note: hence the following post! (That + snow)
ReplyDeleteThank you all for your thoughtful provocations :-)
Oh I am loving your words :). B
ReplyDeleteThank you Buttons- your descriptions of farm life are rather life affirming :-)
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