early, with a hush and a heavy silence,
while the kitchen smells of coffee
and the pup sleeps under warm blankets,
the sun calls at the door
Early
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Excerpt
Our separate lives coincided, and all my self-absorbed anxiety vanished in that one fugitive moment, when a bird in the sky on its way somewhere else sent a glance across the divide and stitched me back into a world where both of us have equal billing.
from Vesper Flights by Helen Macdonald, 2020
The Future
the years pass
like flickering lights on glass,
one
lined up after another—
and we save the happiest ones
in our tiny treasure boxes
in our dresser drawers
in a corner of our best selves
hoping to see them
reflected
within the frame
of the future
The Dying Day
dark thoughts
seep into the dampness
of the dying day
Her Thoughts
stacked
and waiting
in a mental cue—
one, melting into another,
morphing,
molting—
parchment paper
scraps of memories
Winter Days
a frosted palette of grays
reflects the sentiment of these winter days
What holds my attention
fox tails in the night
the crows at dawn
shadows on the snow
a soft crunch under worn boots
deep deer tracks
and
a bracing wind
Drifting Words
words drifted—
brittle and dry
Breaking
winter strips everything down, reduces and refines —
the silhouette, the shadow, a breaking dawn, a fading dusk,
the whisper and the howl
Happy Christmas
These are difficult and trying times. I’ve had very little to say in the past several months, so this tiny blog has been quiet. Today I send out thoughts of hope, of peace, of healing, and of health for all. Be well my friends, Happy Christmas and Feliz Ano Nuevo.
Con todo mi Carino – Sylvia
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