mist rising from snow into warm air like the ghost of winter still moored.
rainstorms exhale clouds that roll over mountains like smoke from wet lips.
northern shrike, hunting smaller birds. some flee, some freeze, all reject that death.
a single snowflake then a dozen, a million: mighty avalanche.
battalions of twigs standing stalwart, wreath'd in frost like smoke in sunlight.
there is a lot going on here in the wintry hills, but most of it i can't talk about for Legal Reasons, which sounds very ominous, but isn't at all. at least this time they are someone else's Legal Reasons. take it from the voice of experience, this is a blessing we do not give thanks … Continue reading placeholder haiku
i've got several posts in the works, but spring has definitely sprung in vermont and there is no longer enough time in the day to do all the things i need to do, all the things i want to do, plus sleep and pee. until i get a rainy day with no Mom:Chauffeur duties, have … Continue reading snipe hunt