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A little something I wrote on the way to a longer poem—a Shakespearean Sonnet. It could also be called “a poet addresses her muse”.
early
winter's moonlight—the bones
shine
94 November 25th
leaves
in the sidewalk's ice—an early December's
evening
95 November 29th 2021
one
crow after another and another—night
falling
96 December 2nd 2021 | bottlecap
And a little something for a moment’s meditation:
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snow
falls whispering into the whispering
brook
90 November 11th
under
her umbrella—November's sun slips
away
91 November 15th
un-
wanted—her doll's button-eyes still
shine
92 November 18th
as if
the sun still shone—wildflowers under winter's
stars
93 November 22nd 2021 | bottlecap
long
story—in the crow's mouth a squirrel's
tail
88: November 4th
late
autumn—night falling puddle after
puddle
89: November 8th 2021 | bottlecap
children
gone to bed—a jack-o-lantern's grin flickers
out
86: October 28th
As I was walking along minding my own business, a couple neighbors startled me. They’d snuck under the electric fence (which, to folk like them, is a mere formality).
apples
rotting under the tree—for two pigs?
perfection.
87: November 1st 2021 | bottlecap
We went up to Burlington over the week-end. The city was beautiful, as always. We visited our daughter at UVM and hiked along the bike trail skirting Lake Champlain. We also visited an outdoor market in the South End.
both
the pumpkin's and the little girl's bottom—
muddy
82: October 14th
There’s been a good deal of work done on Burlington’s waterfront during the last thirty years. I remember it’s being scruffy and overgrown but now there’s a waterfront park, museum, a rail trial that can be walked, biked or run with a beach and a skate park along the way. The trail goes to the north. To the south, warehouses have turned into antique stores, bookstores, cafés and restaurants without seeming gentrified. Many of the old railroad tracks are still around, embedded in the roads, yards and parking lots—reminding me of Berlin. A little closer to the lake, the trains still keep busy.
frost
at midnight—the moth's colorless
wings
83: October 18th
We visited Rockpoint, an outcropping of cliffs and rocky beaches and sand. Just a small walk to the north. Whereas the rest of Vermont has surrendered its green to the pines and firs of the mountains, Rock Point still keeps its summer—warmed by the lake’s waters and long sunsets. The Adirondacks are the saw-tooth ridge across the waters.
The walk back took us along the beach. A handful of seagulls, having nothing much to say, paid no mind.
late
October—each day the scarecrow's shadow
taller
84: October 21st
bending
with the weather-vane—the Milky
Way
85: October 25th 2021 | bottlecap
behind
the tree's unleafing, the wide-eyed
moon
78 September
carrying
a pumpkin in her shirt's belly—fall
harvest
79: October 4th
as
far as October's winds—the owl's
cry
80 October 7th
dreams
in a yellow field—the tractor at mid-
night
81 October 11th | by bottlecap
A devil's paintbrush come very late to the party.
I've been awfully busy with carpentry since returning
from Halifax, replacing windows, doors and rotten sills.
My back has been in bad shape but hasn't prevented me from
working—if I'm careful. Still no frost in Vermont. By this
time last year we'd had three or four killing frosts.
after
rainfall—her toes among bobbing crab-
apples
75 September 2oth
The rains have been warm. The crab apples
took to floating in the puddles after a good and
drenching shower.
leaping
from the paper, a cricket's exclamation
point!
76 September 23rd
The best September days have only just now shown up.
The breezes are cool and the sun is warm, but not hot. The
humidity has gone out of the air. The hillsides are still green
but the sap is going out of the leaves. They rattle and fall
with each gust.
doors
and windows closed before nightfall—
autumn
77 September 27th ~ Bottlecap
A freshly baked loaf of bread for the evening's meal.
fallen
among falling leaves, a butterfly's
wings
72
each
night longer—the dragonfly's heart
stops
73
hidden
by her umbrella as she passes by—even
so
74
September 16th 2021 | bottlecap
Because of border complications arising from Covid, I drove one of my three daughters to Halifax (rather than fly her)—and that was an 11 1/2 hour drive with no stops. If she had flown, she would have been forced to quarantine for 12 days at a hotel in Halifax, and there were no direct flights to Halifax from the US. So, living in Vermont, why not drive? I’d never driven much beyond Mount Desert Isle. The road in Vermont starts with White Pines, Maple, Birch, Oak, Poplar and as one drives across Maine, the deciduous trees gradually give way to evergreens until, by the time one is driving through New Brunswick, the forests are given almost fully over to evergreens—Red Spruce, Balsam Fir and Eastern Hemlock. The landscape smooths into a gradual, rolling, rising and falling with views of wooded expanses and sky. The bay of Fundy gleams to the south. Just past Moncton, the highway rounds the northern tip of the bay and heads south until it crosses a broad flat into Nova Scotia. There are half a dozen towering wind turbines that turn on the Nova Scotia side.
The video was taken behind the Nova Scotia visitor center.
After that, there was another two to three hours rolling through evergreen forests and fields before we landed in Halifax.
slowly
through the wind-turbine's blades—the Milky
Way
69 August 30th 2021
I always expect Canadian cities to be more European: That is, I expect a city that’s lived in rather than a 9 to 5 white collar business district; and a hope for a café culture that invites sidewalks filled with drink and conversation rather than the snarling of impatient automobiles and delivery trucks, but in the end Canadian cities are mostly like their North American counterparts in the US. Halifax does seem as though it’s going through a transition. While the old city center is filled with “For Lease” signs, is treeless, cold and uninviting, a new city center, Spring Garden Road, is being gussied up. The power lines, a tangled mess of wires draping nearly every street, strung from telephone poles that are bent with strain, some broken, are finally and properly being buried. Spring Garden street is being narrowed to make it a semi-pedestrian zone. They should simply make it a pedestrian zone and kick out the cars.
wedged
between the lovers' bicycles, the red, shiny
tricycle
70 September 2nd 2021
We stayed four nights, then left our daughter and her green backpack at Dahlhausie. That was rough. The last two of my three daughters have left at the same time (though two years apart in age.) I live in a house without the sound of children or teenagers. I’ve always loved children and the sudden emptiness makes me question, all the more forcefully, what to do with the remainder of my life. In a sense, we live for our children while they’re with us; and when they leave some of us, I guess, aren’t quite sure what we’re living for.
cries
of seagulls as the tide recedes—autumn
answers
71 September 6th 2021
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