March 4
Even though and still the trees are making new leaves don’t act as if you expect it you’ll ruin the surprise look even now they are waiting for the perfect moment avert your eyes don’t look until they shout their green shouts
Even though and still the trees are making new leaves don’t act as if you expect it you’ll ruin the surprise look even now they are waiting for the perfect moment avert your eyes don’t look until they shout their green shouts
Slow day into slow night the sun never really did settle on a weather pattern and in the garden under the hooped row half open for venting some cat’s paws have punctuated the soil this all a song of passage it comes from inside this very house percussive in its settling too percussive too insistent I went out to take a good look at the chimney and startled the flicker there it flickered away the […]
Full of fog-deadened air the forest so still that a breath is all that stirs, no birds, and I almost feel guilt for taking one in, so rare is the air here, so alien the sky, so unworldly this morning among the immediacy of trunks: pine, fir, pine, fir, fir, pine, cedar– I’ve only come to set my emptiness in a greater stretch of it, to sit a bit somewhere where silence is still the […]