Spring arrives and the woods are damp, rich, earthy. You can smell it and almost taste it and certainly feel it—hopefulness.
The Feeling of Spring
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Some Lyrics from the song: A Feather’s Not a Bird
A feather’s not a bird
The rain is not the sea
A stone is not a mountain
But a river runs through me
Lyrics from the song, A Feather’s Not a Bird by Rosanne Cash, 2014
Excerpt: Woodswoman
“Life seems to have no beginning and no ending. Only the steady expansion of trunk and root, the slow pileup of duff and debris, the lap of water before it becomes ice, the patter of raindrops before they turn to snowflakes.”
from Woodswoman by Anne LaBastille, 1976
Crows in the Snow
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
Break
Taking a blog break for a little while. Be well and safe, see you soon.
an early morning
white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau
Ghosts
as the sun goes down,
ghosts gather
Thanksgiving Break
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.
Haunted
sometimes in the middle of the day,
your words haunt me
and i am suddenly paralyzed by grief
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