origin

pale horses moving through trees, dappled with darkness, the ghosts of a blizzard, their hoofbeats an echo of glaciers scraping at the roots of the earth. unseen traces drag winter behind them like a great roaring, billowing wagon: ice-laden, frost-swollen, lead-grey as november clouds.

blizzard

winter storm stella is winding down as i write. we have about two feet of new snow: nice, light, fluffy powder, but blown into every crack and crevice it can blow into by a swirling northeast wind. the horses look like snow monsters, like candy-colored tanks with long, jagged, ivory icicles hanging from their manes, … Continue reading blizzard

freeze/thaw/freeze

it's early march, so the cold, bony death's-hand fingers of winter are rightly squeezed inexorably around us. this is usual stuff. but for two weeks, we had spring. i mean, 70ºF spring. snowdrops spring. mud season spring. that's serious stuff. one day, the grackles were back. a couple of days later, a bemused red-winged blackbird was … Continue reading freeze/thaw/freeze

roses

i am not a good listener. it's not that i'm not interested or sympathetic; it's because i can't really do two things at once and my brain never stops working (just ask my insomnia). so, as someone is talking to me, i'm having rapid-fire reactions that makes me a. lose the train of the story … Continue reading roses