January 31st 2016

The winter should be colder, but sometimes it’s only for us to live life as it is.  The brook out back of our house is breaking again—not the cascades of spring but the slow dissolution of ice and the mirror-like waters beneath.

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glistening
··· in the trees at midnight—the Milky Way’s
········thaw

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The sound of water is everywhere—from trees, roof eaves, and in the wind’s wake. There’s warmth in the smell of the soil as if winter’s visit were already drawing to a close.

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