As far as I can see is snow with just the darker gray of rock and, under the mountain fog, the dark of darker fir and pine. and near my window the willow the leafless vibrant brown of willow. A challenge to the Ragtag Community word of the day, iridescence. It is just not a … Continue reading The Nadir of Neutral
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A Still Life of the Silence Between
She is looking left, a glass of water with lemon wedge. He scowls right, scotch neat.
Over the Calving Yard
Over the calving yard coursing the blue, cold air magpies watch, wait.
A Post Like a Finger Against the Sky
“There’s something does not like a fence,” Jody muttered. Old Brains, the appaloosa gelding, shifted under him, looked back, shook, and took a step to let Jody know it was an idiot idea to stop now with horse trailer, barn, and saddle-off-the-back was just a mile or two down the way. Jody held him and … Continue reading A Post Like a Finger Against the Sky
What Color Teaches
For every blue, a craving burns orange; for every violet, flames a yellow desire; in every hot heart smolders embers of emerald. And every white hunger ashes a black want.
Storm is Over
So much sun, so much snow, so much wind, so cold! no skis, so walking!
The Zen of Shoveling Snow in Suburbia
shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
What Does He See this Winter?
old man’s eyes flatline over winter drifts in empty aspen grove.
From the Kitchen Window
From here to Idaho vast empty white miles of snow— my coffee, black.
Snow on Rose Canes
Snow sifting through thorns:: old couple:: no need to speak of odor of roses.
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