The day dies young in winter, into the dusky cold… o go inside it says, make fire! I am declining, remaining, out beneath the indigo. In this descending, thoughts and moods laid low, as waiting, as dormant, the silent length of nearing night is hard, a rasp on the cheek, a bite on the ear, but […]
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I Near yourself to the fire. We will pour the coffee and warm our hands. The plow is on the truck, the tractor is in the barn. Dogs that would otherwise snort off the call indoors are whining for a place to curl and close their eyes. Now, we wait for the snow to […]