Watermark: Snapshot 22 March 02006

22 March 2006

Snapshot 22 March 02006

We are between the Chaste
and the Seed Moons, between
Sap and Grass. Winter lingers

on the dark side of the road,
high in the mountains; but here
in the valley, spring touches

the liquid face of the pond, buds
on the birches. Long friends
share stories like knitted scarves,

unravelled, rewoven; nothing
lost or forgotten, nothing unused.
Bamboo needles, silver hairpins,

a hospital balcony, a death bed.
Brutal family holidays, road trips
in deep snow. We pass back

and forth between us, gold ear-
rings; apricots and grapes; what
we know and what we don't.

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this is really excellent, Sharon!

Posted by: cindy | 23 March 2006 at 10:04 AM

Lovely, Sharon. I like 'Long friends
share stories like knitted scarves, unravelled, rewoven'. There's an acute sense here of new beginnings & what endures.

Posted by: Dick | 25 March 2006 at 12:41 AM

You are quite talented. This is great. Publishable.

(I found this sight when I googled "good food". Weird.)

Posted by: E. Hansen | 31 March 2006 at 05:06 AM

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