Monday, December 31, 2012

The End: 2012

And so it ends. Best of luck, all.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

In This Season


I
The earth no longer gives as I walk,
and the deer pause with snow on that surface;
hooves make no track in the soil beneath.
Overall, that s not likely to change anytime soon.
And we ask: Can we travel? Will we ever arrive?

II
Ten billion stars in the earths sky,
illuminate much less dramatically than a car's headlights
and yet we intuitively know that is not the point;
as in the sunset each evening there is an answer
whether including clouds, or simply mist and snow, or only a slow fading,
therein comes faith that the sun will return and
that the snow will melt, returning to the soil a sweat which will again bead
and coax forth new life with warming sun.

III
With that return, deer, elk and sheep alike for a while will strive
without enmity
without envy-
For now, though, the present with immoveable, leaden skies without hue
and a similar greyed feeling, deep to the bone will change
and thaw past mud,
and though the wind now says that this is the way it will always be,
keep your ear to the heavens,
and in your heart, a verdant blessing for the buds on the tree.

Monday, December 24, 2012

December's Good Action: Winter Afresh







Mosh is On His Way


The Moshe passes from this odd old world today, and though not the best of days for the task, he did what he had to do fair well.
Godspeed, old friend.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Anther Day of Birth, or, the Making of a Dult

The Bryn has turned eighteen years old. She is a Dult now. What do you think of that?

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Miya's Fifth

The Birthday Girl.