Late Winter These not-much days, late winter you hope, when the air breathes like a spring morning until a few steps later it’s freezing, north

Loving and Leaving them for 30 years
Late Winter These not-much days, late winter you hope, when the air breathes like a spring morning until a few steps later it’s freezing, north
Another retrospective post in my continuing project to record this second pandemic year here on the blog, a year in which I’ve taken no trips
“I’ll let you in on a secret about how one should pray the sunset prayer. It’s a juicy bit of praying, like strolling on grass,
“She had never known that ice could take on so many shades of blue: sharp lines of indigo like the deepest sea, aquamarine shadows, even
“Perhaps the purpose of leaves is to conceal the verticality of trees which we notice in December as if for the first time: row after
“I should like to be the landscape which I am contemplating, I should like this sky, this quiet water to think themselves within me, that