Porch light
The outside light is on as well as the Christmas lights that we’ve left draped over the deck rails. Taking pictures at night (my idea of innovation) while walki...
Category: Contemplation
Song in the deep predawn
Perhaps it’s the time, here in the deep predawn of the solar year, but I’m wondering again,who I am. Yet this morning, before any perceptible light,...
January mask
The play and pitch of light on a tree, the taste of morning air, a grey-laced cloud, the push of an east wind, a red sky, a wan moon as seen through an upstairs...
The winter poem
The winter poem comes harder. You have to wake up in the dark, throw on your lined coveralls, your mitts and wool hat, grab the pails from the porch by the sepa...