It’s the middle of January, what are you doing here? I ask this of both myself and the geese as I rise to the shallows of dreaming and break the surface. Oh, right, they’re Canadian. This is south for them, and my own reasons are not so simple. It is a lonesome sound, their squawking,Continue reading “Geese Flying Over”
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This Winter Morning
Reluctance to leave the envelope of bed, reluctance. But the whirring and humming, revving of the mind (faithful engine, reliable horse) harasses the body into obedience, and for good reason. There is wood to cut, snow to shovel, ice to melt, water to boil, pots to be washed, plans to be drawn, ragged roads toContinue reading “This Winter Morning”
This Light
Winter Things
The cardinal, for one, content to go about his business. The fox, for another, at ease for the moment in his auburn jacket. The groundhog, wisely putting off her errands until March, depending on the weather. The soft gaze of the doe regarding me, seeming for a brief moment to consider me as something vaguelyContinue reading “Winter Things”
Scraping the Windshield
I’d better leave these northeast winters before my sullen brooding turns to a measure of joy, as I grow content that the edges of the road are caulked with mud, frozen slush, listening to the clatter of another semi’s jake-brake as it breaks open the shell of another midnight highway whose sound could easily beContinue reading “Scraping the Windshield”
C.M. Rivers 