Showers passed through this morning. The night had been warm. The roads glistened and the limbs were black. The birds had finished off the sunflower seeds. I filled the feeder.
····in December—me, the chickadee,
I broomed the bridge behind our house nonetheless. The drive into town was an autumn’s mud season. The roads were slippery and I had to use four wheel drive. Before I can shift back into two, I have to stop the truck and shift into reverse.
It’s a late fall in Vermont.
····way that—the girl’s boot prints chasing
The mother carried the girl’s purple umbrella. And as is the way with me, I wished I could live a little of everyone’s life. By the end of the day and home, the sun spilled fitfully into the house. There wasn’t much. Winter solstice is only a few days away.
····enough to broom—December’s sun on the kitchen
34: December 10th 2015 | bottlecap