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...
Category: winter
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...
Snowshoeing Through Psalm 18
Over the white crust I glide With taut rawhide Stretched beneath the soul of my feet. How lovely by the riverside The glittered path held high and steps enlarge...