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sun-
····light—morning tea at the kitchen
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····light—morning tea at the kitchen
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Monthly Archives: February 2017
February 27th 2017
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emptily
····in the icy wind—a February bird-
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····in the icy wind—a February bird-
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The temperatures spike in the daytime and plummet at night such that, even on a starry night, a remaining warmth will startle the icy blanket of snow—strange days and stranger nights.
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February 26th 2017
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pooling
····under the wood stove—the lovers’ mittens
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····under the wood stove—the lovers’ mittens
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February 25th 2017
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rain
····at midnight—a thousand pools under a thousand
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····at midnight—a thousand pools under a thousand
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The warm February afternoon was followed by a storm at nightfall. The winds blew the tins off my woodpile, roared in the trees, and pools of water collected in the snow. Tomorrow we’ll have to fire the wood stove again. After a winter’s beginning, February’s weather is fitful and unsettled. A cold day tomorrow will be followed by another warm stretch. Spiders and beetles come out of slumber too early.
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February 24th 2017
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beside
····his black boots—her yellow polka-dot
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····his black boots—her yellow polka-dot
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February 23rd 2017
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shining
····in the noonday sun—a crow on melting
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····in the noonday sun—a crow on melting
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72º today in the river valley. The old thermometer rusting on Union Village Road was right. The snow is still a foot deep or more but so drenched with its melting one can walk across it without sinking. I worked in short sleeves.
72º today in the river valley. The old thermometer rusting on Union Village Road was right. The snow is still a foot deep or more but so drenched with its melting one can walk across it without sinking. I worked in short sleeves.
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54 February 23rd 2017 | bottlecap
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February 22nd 2017
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out
····of the meltwater—a moth as white
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····of the meltwater—a moth as white
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Photo by Jared Jenisch 2017 Treewritings
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February 21st 2017
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snowfall—
····the old thermometer still rusting
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····the old thermometer still rusting
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February 20th 2017
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starless
····night—the dark trees falling into the dark
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····night—the dark trees falling into the dark
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Photo by Jared Jenisch 2017 Treewritings
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51 February 20th 2017 | bottlecap
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February 19th 2017
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star-
····gazing—under blankets on a bed
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····gazing—under blankets on a bed
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50 February 19th 2017 | bottlecap
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PoemShape 