Tag: cold

the uninvited

for once my crows (my noisome watchers) ignore the shrill complaints of a wheeling gull and crouch instead on snow-tipped branches, giving way to the whims of a relentless wind I'd invite them in (my boot-blacked friends) but they'd tease the dogs, pluck my bright … Continue reading the uninvited

down east

it was late November when I drove toward Maine I still hear how the wind tore across the highway, rattling doors and nearly blowing that tired red Buick into the frozen ditch I had second, third - hell sixth thoughts on the other side of … Continue reading down east


it is a sparse sort of day of struggling light and freezing hours and hands that can't ward away the numb from stiff fingers the crows are quibbling over something fallen in the street beneath the lamp post where in twos and fives they've taken … Continue reading *


the leaves have dropped burnt out finally after the last conflagration and the fog drifts in most mornings now a shroud for ashen skies hangs about sometimes until noon even days like this call for extra cups of coffee with an extra spoon of sugar … Continue reading talismans