New Year's Day 2009

“I’m off balance, not sure what’s wrong. —You have misplaced joy, he said without hesitation. Without joy, we are as dead. —How do I find it again? —Find those who have it and bathe in their perfection.” 


from M-Train
by Patti Smith

A Visit from St. Nicholas BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse"

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”"

Upon receiving a lovely gift (new critter) : Edward Lear seems appropriate

"They sailed to the Western sea, they did,

To a land all covered with trees,

And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,

And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,

And a hive of silvery Bees.

And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,

And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,

And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,

And no end of Stilton Cheese.

Far and few, far and few,

Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

And they went to sea in a Sieve."

from The Jumblies

"Then Mr. Daddy Long-legs

And Mr. Floppy Fly

Rushed downward to the foamy sea

With one sponge-taneous cry;

And there they found a little boat,

Whose sails were pink and gray;

And off they sailed among the waves,

Far, and far away.

They sailed across the silent main,

And reached the great Gromboolian plain;

And there they play for evermore

At battlecock and shuttledoor."

from The Daddy Long-legs and The Fly

"Scope eludes my grasp, that there is no finality of vision,   

that I have perceived nothing completely,

that tomorrow a new walk is a new walk."

from Corsons Inlet

by A.R. Ammons

New Lens on Life
Residents of Pinehouse in Northern Saskatchewan are using photography to heal from trauma.

https://newsinteractives.cbc.ca/longform/photographing-pinehouse

Morning snow, a couple days ago

"Snow fell in the night.

At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish

mounded softness where 

the Honda was."

from An Old Life

by Donald Hall

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/donald-hall

Going Home November (winter roads)

"I drive

west. I wend between snowbanks,

until the road delivers me

to a sleeping boat launch.

They stand on the frozen ramp;

watch me with coats that are

better than mine."

from Three Deer in Oquossoc

by Sonja Johanson

American Life in Poetry:

Column 713

"Or the dayscape flings a thousand tones of light back at the

     sun—

Be any one of the colours of an Earth lover;

Walk with me and sometimes cover your shadow with mine. "

from Live With Me on Earth Under the Invisible Daylight Moon

by Milton Acorn

to see winter at it's most beautiful
https://www.beyondthefieldsweknow.org/2018/12/the-clyde-river-in-early-winter.html