Watermark

March Sonnet (1991)

The full moon glides across winter's night
as February now concedes to March,
the month between the seasons, fickle skies
that now are mellow, now are cold and harsh.

The crocus tentatively tests the air
that taunts with whispered hints of summer warmth;
the daffodils, the tulips, debonair,
all toss their yellow heads with wanton charm.

But winter only rests, it does not sleep
and bears still hibernate in mountain caves.
The snow will come again, and cold and deep
will bury woods and gardens many days.

So treasure this fine darkness. Take your time
to sleep and dream till March makes up its mind.

Sunroom Orchid

Vertical

A large bird flies over the skylight. Friend Abigail sees a flash of light; I see the wings' dark shadow.

On reading my Solstice Letter, Abigail observes that most people live their (busy) lives "horizontally", along the surface; but I live "vertically"; that I have the time and space this requires.

Time. Space. The gifts of illness.

Later, I find this at Vivid:

Lent

go out
    into deep water

A Little Silliness

Athena


?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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I got the same result as scribblingwoman, even though I did the quiz three times, changing some answers to still-true but not-first-impulse.

I doubt that those who know me would say I am "Easy to get along with, Easy to understand"; but perhaps I am wrong.

Winter Graces