Monday, December 22, 2008

Winter Interlude


Nature's longest night. The Winter Solstice. The first day of winter here was lovely, clear and warm and perfect. But the night is long and I can not stay in bed with the torment of winter faeries any longer. It is colder and I am alone. Winter's first night and I am awake. No dreams of what has been left undone, what I will not do, this way. Just me here with a cat, books, pictures. I know a place where a young boy sleeps under big warm blankets excitedly dreaming of winter's youth.

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  1. Winter

    The red bird shocks
    a tree finger
    prick of blood against the gray
    landscape. I must put this hate

    into Winter's tomb.
    I await the snow
    now falling
    on some distant keystone

    its perfection radiant. Dead Beauty:
    Ophelia in the river
    St. Theresa of Avila frozen
    in rapture.

    How is this
    the warm body longing
    for such an icy encounter? Two angels

    and a stone birdbath
    the Greek key design in a circle
    all three toppled over. The evergreens.
    I dream of a Pennsylvania, the farmhouse
    my legs cut at the ankles by the frigid stream
    fern fossils in my hand and a few yards away
    the deer
    neck bent low
    sipping.

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  2. Good stuff. I'm going to have to try much harder.

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