January 31: Snow. What else?

Wind-whipped snow

scours us of our resistance

to winter.

 

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January 30: While you're away

Eagle flies through snow

carrying my thoughts upriver

past your empty house.

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January 29: Dark night of the soul

Driving, exhausted.

Terry Gross discusses religion.

A jet trail pierces Orion.

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January 28: Deep snow

Mouse tracks in snow.

I too burrow in,

sleep all day.

 

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January 27: Morning Meditation 5

the mind snowstorm white
washer's long vibrato chant
calm inside the storm

January 26: Before the storm

Blizzard warnings.
Clouds shut down the last blue sky,
sink over the mountain.

January 25: Heron in the snow

Heron in the snow--

old man bent against the cold

we can only watch

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January 24: Winter morning on the river

For my mother, watching--

 

Snow starts to fall.

An Averkamp skating scene

plays out on the river.

 

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January 23: River ice

Iced over, bank to bank--
skaters carve circles above,
river flows below.

January 22: Morning Meditation 4

Continuing with my morning practice with the help of Winter Feast for the Soul.

Before I close my eyes

Jupiter on the horizon

aligning my focus

January 21: Home

Home from work

Orion rising over the house

Our place in the galaxy

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January 20: Thaw

January thaw--
a family of crows grazes
spaces between snow.

January 19: Exposure

Tide turns, draws back--

exposed flats fill with clammers,

cold water fills their tracks.

 

 

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January 18: Morning meditation 3

Squirrel bounds through snow

ponderously.
Trying to make my mind blank.

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January 17: Joy in unexpected places

In the grocery aisle--

pop song on the sound system,

old man sings along.

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January 16: Morning Meditation 2

Spaces between thoughts:

shadows moving on snow

as the crows shift places.

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January 15: Morning Meditation 1

I begin Winter Feast for the Soul, meditating 40 minutes each morning for 40 days.

Morning meditation--

my silent cat, sitting near,

seems to understand.

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January 14: Frozen

Two degree morning.
The river has closed its white door
to diving ducks.

January 13: Half Moon

Half moon in morning sky--
I smile to see
its pale, familiar face.

January 12: Snow falling on birches

Slowly falling snow--
this morning even the cat
seems mesmerized.

January 11: Birding, Rockport Harbor

We visited Rockport Harbor this morning to look for a Thick-billed Murre reported there yesterday. This relative of the puffin is a rare sight so close to shore at any time of year, so we felt fortunate that the bird surfaced several times quite close to where we were standing on the wharf. And fortunate too that we didn't have to wait any longer in the cold, raw air for the murre to appear.

 

Shifting skin of ice.

Diving murre, comfortable

in its element.

 

 

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January 10: Cooper's Hawk, Main St., Rockland

Graceful spray of birds--

hawk chases a pigeon flock

over downtown roofs.

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January 9: Another frigid morning

Branches scattered
across fresh snow--
even the willow's had enough.

January 8: Cold snap

Eight degrees. Haircut--

having my hair blown dry

never felt so good.

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January 7: Vole

Even the vole eating seed

under the birdfeeder

seems slowed by cold.

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January 6: Ice

Deepest cold so far.
I stand at the window
watching the river turn to ice.

January 5: The ever-astonishing full moon

I knew it was coming.

So why did the rising moon

surprise me?

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January 4: Puzzle

Waking to snow

all day we build the puzzle,

creating order.

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January 3: The pond ices over

Wanting to walk on water

the kids can't wait

to test the new ice.

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January 2: After the movie

Moon's even brighter.

In one house we drive past

someone's cooking dinner.

 

 

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January 1, 2015: First day, sunset

New Year's Day--

over frozen salt marsh

sunset warms the sky.

 

 

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