
i asked her, “if you were a bird, which bird would you be?”
and she answered so close to my soul:
“a raven.”

i asked her, “if you were a bird, which bird would you be?”
and she answered so close to my soul:
“a raven.”

Happy Holidays and Feliz Año Nuevo.
I’ll see you again in January. Be safe and warm.

This morning i walked outside and saw two mourning doves in the trees. There was also an uncharacteristically quiet blue jay flying about. It was early, the mist was rising from the snow. The sky was a light grey that contrasted with the tree silhouettes; nearly brutal in its definition.
It is a new day, what shall we make of it?

changing through the seasons –
she now stands bare and exposed

a tiny worm–
in its grand wormness

it was as light as the future,
and as heavy as the past

a sprinkling of snow in the woods,
and of sugar in hot coffee
and of friendship on this late November day

I’ll be taking a small break for the upcoming American holiday of Thanksgiving. Along the subject of thanksgiving, I want to say thank you to everyone who visits and follows spanishwoods. My purpose for blogging was to be “held accountable” to write and to write on an almost daily basis. What I didn’t expect was the kind words and the pleasure it gives me to know that some folks find the brief thoughts I put together with images even remotely interesting. Thank you for those kind words and thank you for your interest.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.


the cold clung to everything,
except our beating hearts

when she looked away, it was through a landscape of past futures