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In the Blue Morning

photo by Sylvia

early, in the blue morning,
with a dusting of wet snow
and bitter wind,
the crows make their way from their roost—
their cacophony of sound traveling on the falling,
thick flakes, from a height that renders them small black specks that i struggled to see, beyond the iciness that clung to my lashes

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Lately: in my head

photo by Sylvia

memories of flowers — paper whites in a window, elegant, tall gladiolas, dried roses in a wooden bowl 

this song: You’re No Good, the Linda Ronstadt version

these words: petrichor (thank you Brian) and elysian

black horses in my dreams, wild dogs, the woods and snow clouds

the sound of a relentless rain on a sleepless night

winter, spring, summer and fall sunsets — how different they look and how different they feel

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The Things I Want to Remember

photo by Sylvia

i want to remember the way the light was filtered by the reeds that day we walked along the brick-lined streets and the warmth of a well-loved dog, her smell and her kisses and her wagging tail and the sound of the crunching leaves under my old boots and the rain that fell on our heads as we knelt to watch the vole burrow deeply under a sodden log

photo by Sylvia
photo by Sylvia

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Lyrics from the song: So This Is Christmas

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And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong

And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let’s stop all the fight

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let’s hope it’s a good one
Without any fear

a few lyrics from the song So This Is Christmas by John Lennon, 1971

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Black Winged Woman

photo by Sylvia

she is a black winged woman
once a virgin, then a maiden, now a crone—
large, formidable, standing in black velvet platform boots,
wind at her back—
no white horses arriving today
no promises of peaceful doves and candy rainbows,
a window to a haunted past
and a hail storm future—
she is one woman,
but she is all the women
of her midnight-caped clan—
flying, diving, surviving—
thriving

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