Winter Again

I wake now to the gray skies of November, mornings begun in darkness, workdays ending in the same. Final skeins of migrating geese stretch pencil-thin against the clouds; snow squalls blow suddenly from the north, halt, then blow again. The sun makes its appearance, apologizes, and disappears. The wind bites. The temperature drops. Winter returns. […]

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I Took a Walk

I took a walk in early November, and what did I see? In the gray light of coming winter,¬†I saw a chickadee perched in a tree.     I took a stroll that¬†Saturday afternoon, and who did I meet? Parading down a gravel road, ruffed grouse communed in twos and threes.     The snow […]

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