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Category: seasons

  • Snow cotton

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    It’s snowing lightly. Big cotton chunks of snow. It reminds me of being home in the summer and the cottonwood trees would shake their cotton puffs all through the air. In a place that hardly snowed, snow flakes in the pink of summer sure was a sight.

  • Storm

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    The wind keeps trying to push its way in. What a rude guest. It knocked open the office door at a quarter to 5 this morning waking Pat and I up. We laid there for a while letting in the cold air until I asked “was that the door?” even though I knew. It was…

  • Lightest rain

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    It just started snowing out of no where. I glanced out the window to see powder, the softest, lightest kind of rain. It looks like Christmas instead.

  • Dry

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    My skin is getting drier. I look up to the ceiling and feel it cracking. mud spots in the desert. baked. a straw to the air sucking what little moisture is left. I remember being in Texas. How dry the days were there. I needed my cat to lick my skin. She spritzed me, the…

  • Sneaky moon

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    The moon has been following me. Last night she popped up in a place I had never seen her before. Cloaked. Her back turned. She had red stripes with wild fur. She was overripe and full rising out of a stew of black clouds. This morning she had changed completely, turned back around to the…

  • crash

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    I missed the last step on the steps this morning. The mornings are so dark these days and I’m always the first one up to turn the heat up. I have to find the railing with my hand, step down the creaky wooden stairs and through the spot on the landing where the floor boards…

  • the light finally arrives

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    The light finally arrived. I’ve been watching the sunrise all morning and nothing special. It’s just a tuesday I don’t know why the church bells are ringing. The horizon had a dried layer of blood, the brown halo. But now that the light has come stripping across a patch of grass, the hammock, the red…

  • potpourri

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    I’m watching what I can of the sunrise. Pink swirls, purple cover. ribbons of light cream, there’s the blue undertone. I was greeted by the silhouette of a bird and said good morning, “you’re up early.” A squirrel scampers through the leaves I didn’t rake, but they are keeping my beds and my grass warm.…

  • helmet

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    It’s unseasonably warm today. record warm. I wonder what it’s going to do to the leaves. If it will turn them forward or back, prolong fall and beat winter off with a stick. I’ve been keeping an odd pace these last few weeks. Working on Saturday and then working again on Monday, but working later.…

  • a day of mope

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    When the sun rose behind the red tree in the backyard I noticed how muted everything looked. This morning I couldn’t see much color in the world. The sky was a soft pink, a light white blue. The grass shaded gray, the red tree caught in a silhouette. I got up early to write –…