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Root of the shoots
Friday, January 30, 2009
45th - New Year's Day
country club sand traps
champagne frozen to the brim
left-over bubbly
44th
open-wombed dark tree -
are you pouring forth snow drifts?
the white ground rises
43rd
black licorice trees
against vanilla sky
tossing down sprinkles
Thursday, January 29, 2009
42nd
crackling camp fire -
music of life, call of death -
cracking of felled tree
41st
weeeee! running, skidding
down, pull, grunt, skid-into-pole,
crash! laughing in snow
40th
pristine slice of ice
tossed aside to clear a path
forever shattered
thirty ninth
well-polished blankets
sculpted by a master hand
brighten their tombstones
Thursday, January 8, 2009
thirty eighth
when trees dream of spring -
new shoot, secret blossom dreams -
squirrel nests are born
thirty seventh
winter tummies rule
even the big-bellied cat
trips my legs for treats
Saturday, January 3, 2009
thirty sixth
miles of sleeping trees
dotted with life in high spots:
squirrel nests, plump full
thirty fifth
beaconing beach grass
tall fronds glow in frozen light
my companions home
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diana l.
There's something nourishing about writing. Of course, I strive to do it well, and feel satisfied those few rare times when I think I may have accomplished that. But the process of writing is, for me, the bulk of its joy. This place is my "ahhh".
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