BluegrassPoet
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It's a grayscale morning, snow on the ground and on the dogwood's bare branches, chickadees on the feeder.
about 1 hour ago
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It's a grayscale morning: snow on the ground and on the dogwood's bare limbs, chickadees at the feeder.
about 1 hour ago
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I walk to the library through the gray of impending snow. Inside my hood, my breath is like a conch shell to the ear.
about 22 hours ago
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The garter snake basks in the winter sun beside the stone foundation. He curls there while the sun is high, when it drops west he is gone.
9:32 AM Dec 17th
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The two-lane blacktop is littered with dead possums, and I wonder whether I may have driven into a virtuality, the game Hit the Marsupial.
6:45 AM Dec 15th
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Every time I think I see a nuthatch at the feeder, it resolves itself into a chickadee. I think they must be shapeshifters.
8:37 AM Dec 13th
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Phrases float up in my drowsing mind like sediment disturbed by wading feet. They sink again in the dubious clarity of wakefulness.
4:52 AM Dec 12th
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I dream of reading poetry. I wonder why I don't dream of writing it.
7:30 AM Dec 11th
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Wind;blown swirls of snow cross the pavement, catch in the green grass of the shoulder.
10:44 AM Dec 10th
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A watermelon-slice of moon hangs overhead while the wind blows charcoal-smudge clouds into the sunrise.
7:40 AM Dec 9th
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The red-bellied woodpecker poses, Audubon on the fallen limb. I pick up my camera. She flies.
8:18 AM Dec 8th
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Feeders fully stocked and the sun out, today is a festival for the birds. The redbellied woodpecker has found the yard again.
8:16 AM Dec 6th
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Curled cups of fallen leaves fill with the first snow. In a corner of the window sash, a fly cannot buzz free from an abandoned cobweb
5:04 AM Dec 5th
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Curled cups of fallen leaves fill with the season's first snow. In a corner of the window sash, a fly cannot buzz free from a cobweb.
4:57 AM Dec 5th
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A misshapen moon hangs west in a slate-gray dawn. The downy flashes his red cap in the hackberry.
4:42 AM Dec 4th
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Starlings perch along the power lines in neat choirboy ranks. The redtailed hawk sits alone.
6:34 AM Dec 3rd
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The Cold Moon glows. Clouds veil but cannot obscure her. Bare trees reach up like fingers that cannot grasp her. The Cold Moon glows.
3:30 AM Dec 3rd
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12:25 PM Dec 1st
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The Cold Moon sets behind the bare-limbed ash. She takes her time. I shake my restless foot.
3:43 AM Dec 1st
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It's full moon again. So soon. This one is called the Cold Moon, the Long Night Moon. The next one will be called Wolf.
2:56 PM Nov 30th
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