"The older we get, the deeper we dig into our childhoods,
Hoping to find the radiant cell
That washed us, and caused our lives
                                                                       to glow in the dark like clock

hands
Endlessly turning toward the future,
Tomorrow, day after tomorrow, the day after that,
                                                             all golden, all in good 

 time"

 

                                from Archaeology

                                                   Charles Wright

 

 

Photo Winter 2011

 

 "There's a certain Slant of light,

Winter Afternoons―

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral Tunes―"

 

                    from Slant of Light                          

                             Emily Dickinson

"as north as north can go,
nothing beyond
but a pig-iron heave,
a sky clawed bare by the cold"

 

                    from The Last Lighthouse

                               Lynne Wycherley

 

After several frosty days we had  our

first long spell of  cold days.

 

 

But with the cold weather the birds

retuned to the feeders.

 

A Yellow Shafted Ficker

 

 

A handsome male House Finch

 

A peaceful scene?

 

Not really the House Sparrow will not share.

 

 

Not even with a beautiful Red Poll.

 

 

The poems quoted on this post were found at the

great poetry blog, fifty-two poets, a year of reading poetry.

 

"What I miss is gravel
crunching under foot or wheel,
wide sky above
the road straight into horizon.

I want to walk the crease
of a prairie book, lines of wheat
as even type, all one size
the word gold over and over."

 

                 from Maze

                            Nancy Mattson