October 30th 2016

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mo-
····tionless waters sliding under the great blue
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Twice a year, in the little stretch of brook that passes just steps behind our house, a migrating great blue heron visits. The bird only stays for several minutes, fishing for brook trout, then continues on its way. They’re large and graceful birds, like gray flamingos, hardly seeming to belong to a small October’s brook in the mid-woods of Vermont.
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October 29th 2016

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late
····autumn—leaves still clinging to the tree’s
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I traveled to Randolph Vermont today, and saw a rare kind of autumn beauty. A number of fields were snowbound. The edges of a snow covered baseball field lay under a coppery canopy of beech and oaks. There are even a handful of rock maples as green as summer, while whole mountainsides are a stripped to a bare winter’s black. The dissonance of snow under a green maple is magic. And then there are Maples still dropping a late carpet of green and gold, a circular skirt untouched by the snow.
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358 October 29 2016 | bottlecap
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October 26th 2016

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picking
····the last morning glory—the girl tries to put it
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The snow today, like tiny marbles, rolled into the brittle palms of the leaves. So little only collected briefly  before turning to drops of icy water and blanching whatever leaf, limb or stone was landed on. This time of year reminds me of one of my favorite Frost passages from The Onset:
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Always, the same, when on a fated night
At last the gathered snow lets down as white
As may be in dark woods, and with a song
It shall not make again all winter long
Of hissing on the yet uncovered ground,
I almost stumble looking up and round…
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October 25th 2016

First day of snow. Maybe this will be a colder winter? As the leaves fell, the snow fell, and the leaves on the snow. I thought this would make a beautiful haiku. But reading back through the start of my haiku, last year’s first day of snow being November 15th, there was the self-same haiku.
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for-
····getting what it is—the snowflake touches
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There is a beauty and loneliness to the first day of snow. I saw the snow fill the mountains, the valleys, then fall into the space between trees with a winter’s momentary forgetfulness .
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October 23rd 2016

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wind
····through the blackening apple tree—hard
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I’ve been trying different makes of hard cider. I like my own the best. Simple. Just let a regular jug of cider alone for a week or so, and when it’s bubbly, cold and still sweet, I like it best.
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352 October 23rd 2016 | bottlecap
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