February 28th 2016

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This would normally be the last day of the littlest month of the year—a cold but gentle month. This is the month when snowstorms, lit by a hidden moon, can make it seem as though the snow carried the light in its descent. And when the clouds clear, the fields smoothly sparkle as if the Milky Way had fallen underfoot. This February was a sorrowful one, waiting for a lover who never arrived.
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kale
····casting shadows—February’s last
········days
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The deer don’t like to come between the house and barn, but if the winter is long enough and snow deep enough, they’ll find our sprigs of kale. And that will be the end of that. But not so far this year.
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Our sprigs of kale, with a kind of green curiosity, hold their leaves above the snow and look for the sun.
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114 February 28th 2016 | bottlecap

3 responses

  1. Manic is right, this was beautifully written. My favorite part:

    “the snow carried the light in its descent. And when the clouds clear, the fields smoothly sparkle as if the Milky Way had fallen underfoot”

    There are new things to say about snow and winter, it seems.

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