December 12: Warm spell

Sunlit morning,

shadows of crows passing over

the still-green lawn.

 

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December 11: Update

Noticed a friend had changed his relationship status this morning to "In a complicated relationship." That phrase can sum up so much in this complex, confusing, and ever-changing world.

 

December dandelions--

status update

to "it's complicated."

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December 10: No Trespassing

So much depends upon

the grey-shingled shed

full of firewood.

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December 8: Consolation

Sunset before 4,

glorious hot pink and gold--

light another candle.

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December 26: Plum Island

Where waves meet sand

instead of sandpipers

wind-skitter of dead leaves.

 

 

 

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December 2: Advent

Little window, opened,
reveals a snowman.
Outside, rain streams down.

December 2: Winter mist

Warmer air moving in blanketed the chilled December landscape with fog. Trees looming in the mist: a backdrop for a drowsy day, especially after staying up too late socializing with friends last night. Perfect setting for a nap with the football game on, a dog warming my feet. Then the slow drive back home, following taillights through the fog.

Christmas lights in fog.
The day's a shifting dream,
blurred around the edges.

December 3: Outside

I volunteered to help at a road race this morning, and it was so cold that we were slipping in the parking lot, and bundled up in full winter regalia of puffy down coats, hats, and gloves to do the timing... and then Santa showed up! But by the time I got home, it felt warm enough to finish up some gardening work I never got to this fall. So in early December I actually spent about an hour outside fussing in my flower beds, trimming off some withered stalks. Under the dead leaves, the irises were pushing up some fresh green blades, tricked by the generally warm weather we've experienced in the past month. And on one flower a single yellow blossom lingered. I too am not fully ready to call it winter and go into dormancy.

Heavy morning frost,
yet a flower still lingers.
I'm OK with that.