in the blue light of dawn, the snow fell silently on branches,
the crows called to one another
and to me–
after watching them from the window with warm coffee in my hands and hopefulness in my heart,
the pup and i joined their play, like restless children after a long sickness, the cold and the drifting snow saturating us with reckless abandon
the new year can bring a feeling of starting over,
another chance to get things right
happy baking and making and gathering…
see you in the new year–
be well and warm and full of sparkly sprinkles!
kicking leaves on walks
berry pies
Gene Autry
this book: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty
young bucks eating pumpkins
gathering greens from the fields
a healing pup
balsam candles
i like blurry photos
and off-kilter horizons
i like old things and broken things
and abandoned places
i like pack bites from big dogs
and razor teeth on puppies
i like to see vultures in the fields
and crows in the sky
i like the smell of cloves burning
and the hissing sound of tabacco in a pipe
“How can you like that?”
is a sentence i’ve heard many a time–
and always, i like to hear it
some days, i am more alive than others
the morning is my favorite time of day,
when the fog lifts and the hopefulness rises
camera accidents
early summer can be a particularly sweet season
buttercups in the grass
dreams in a thunderstorm
shells in a bowl
gratitude in a breath
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