Saturday, December 15, 2012

"The older we get, the deeper we dig into our childhoods,
Hoping to find the radiant cell
That washed us, and caused our lives
                                                                       to glow in the dark like clock
Endlessly turning toward the future,
Tomorrow, day after tomorrow, the day after that,
                                                             all golden, all in good 
                                from Archaeology
                                                   Charles Wright

Photo Winter 2011
 "There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons―
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes―"
                    from Slant of Light                          
                             Emily Dickinson

Sunday, December 9, 2012

"as north as north can go,
nothing beyond
but a pig-iron heave,
a sky clawed bare by the cold"
                    from The Last Lighthouse
                               Lynne Wycherley
After several frosty days we had  our
first long spell of  cold days.

But with the cold weather the birds
retuned to the feeders.

A Yellow Shafted Ficker

A handsome male House Finch

A peaceful scene?

Not really the House Sparrow will not share.
Not even with a beautiful Red Poll.
The poems quoted on this post were found at the
great poetry blog, fifty-two poets, a year of reading poetry.

"What I miss is gravel
crunching under foot or wheel,
wide sky above
the road straight into horizon.
I want to walk the crease
of a prairie book, lines of wheat
as even type, all one size
the word gold over and over."
                 from Maze
                            Nancy Mattson