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Category: seasons

  • Ahhh

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    Last night, I strung up the hammock we got in nag’s head last summer. It’s been on a rung in the basement all winter and other than one day where it was warmer than it should have been and I hung it up to lay underneath the sun, it’s been hanging in the dark, like…

  • camping soon

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    Spring mornings and they always smell like smoke. Fog and cold, wet dew. Frost on the grass. I remember writing about winter coming, having to shut my doors. And now the winter is burning off, hence the smoke, hence the skin-colored sky taking one giant stretch above me. I’ll follow its lead. It leads to…

  • I used to care, but now I have pills for that

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    Pat made eggs for breakfast and the steam sucks to my glasses. It’s raining this morning and the cars drive over it with such haste. I’ve been watching an orange porch light all morning. A false moon in the dark vellum air. But when I looked away for an instant and then back it’s gone.…

  • Spring?

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    The sun is out today. Friday the forecast is 65. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! Walking to work was cold, but it was Spring cold, not winter cold. Cold with the hope of warmth. Cold with the birds out. Cold with frost on the grass that melts in the sun. Cold that will burn off, shake off, LEAVE!

  • ha.ha.

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    The snow was gone again. All that was left was a tiny tiny patch in the back yard under the trees that never gets sun. It was the size of a football. And then it rained all day yesterday and I though – This will make it so green, the plants need rain – and…

  • Sunday Morning – my saturday

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    It’s warmer and raining. The yard is full of birds. Sparrows, Starlings, the swoop of a royal blue jay into a red-armed bush; his crown high and kingly. Tula and I are watching the birds, the occasional squirrel pass by. Her tail is wagging ferociously, she stretches up on the window and scratches like she’s…

  • Stirring

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    It’s raining today. What a wonderful sound, smell, sight. To see rain and not snow falling into my backyard. Rain means something is promised. Rain means something is coming soon – the bulbs I planted in the fall have thin fingers reaching through the ground, the snow is melting, I even heard thunder this morning…

  • The Groundhog lied

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    We were done. We were almost completely done. The lawn released from its white cast, it was a smothered-color green. We had a trickster day of 55 degrees last week. Now it’s just being mean. One, two, three, four, five, six – seven inches on the branches. Maybe a foot on the ground. The bushes…

  • It's slippery out there

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    the snow coming at the car. the white fuzz. the light years I was traveling. The road to insanity is what it felt like. A dark trance on the highway. The wipers dark bone arms. We watched 127 hours and a row of students were speaking the entire time. Even shushed, they wouldn’t shut up.…

  • Dear Winter,

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    go away. no one likes you anymore. especially at 2 degrees. especially when you drain car batteries. especially when the drained car is behind mine in the driveway. you are mean and nasty and negative. negative. negative. Especially in the dark. But no matter – I have poetry and this morning even before I knew…