Tag: winter
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1.02.22: dVerse Haibun
Winter Digs In The way dark digs itself out of soil, or the way February always shivers as ice settles on the straight lines and arches of its letters, and the way the sunrise swells, red and sore as neglect, and yet we always expect morning to reign over us with hope and generosity .…
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Sunday Whirl #286
This Morning’s Walk was a winter’s song, a white-faced bracing melody, and I heard a robin’s rag and all that jazz, singing half note suburban charms. And as the wind bit stiff and grey, I saw snowdrops clumped below, deep-rooted, cold and thorny bare, a resounding challenge for a bird. So flit little robin, perched…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12: Where I Live
Blackberrying with Sylvia Path I’m on a morning stroll, and I smell snow. I know it, like a sailor knows hooks, and knots, and knows the sea. It’s coming. And soon. Arctic winds bridge the seasons, giving reason to leafless trees and icy winds, long frigid nights and woolly bed socks. Nobody’s on this footpath…
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dVerse Quadrille #23
A Cold Front The air is brisk. Engaging. Better than this day deserves. Close fog sniffs at curls of rising steam from the lake, and all I hear is the lapping of wandering waves against a metal rowboat. But summer will come; manicured lawns, yellowed by heat. dVerse Quadrille #23 “Curl”
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dVerse Haibun #26
I’m unable to sleep. Again. Winter makes me a bit flighty. Makes me fidgety as shivers. But when the sun does appear, it’s all the more welcome. This morning I watched the sun rise and focus and burn away fog so thick that the end of the street had disappeared into its own depth, and…
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Class 5: Whitman’s Civil War: Writing and Imaging Loss, Death, and Disaster – Memories and Senses
From a Sea-Salted Dock We wore black. Wore our perfumery like strung pearls and affection, and spoke whispered words that left us tongue-tied and arid. God watched, tasted our tears; stirred our petrichor, calm-scented as grey-fringed clouds. And we stood on the sea-salted dock, released his ashes to the air, to the sea. There on…
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