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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

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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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Black Winged Woman

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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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Excerpt from Thoreau

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After a rain-threatening morning it is a beautiful Indian summer day, the most remarkable hitherto and equal to any of the kind. Yet we kept fires in the forenoon, the warmth not having got into the house. It is akin to sin to spend such a day in the house.

from The Journal 1837-1861 by Henry David Thoreau

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