the day shut down like Napoleon
a day for art
the marvel of flight and of stillness
commotion and silence"
War and Peace
D. G. Jones
I have combined a bit of travel for work and the winter
blahs as an excuse for no taking many photos or blogging.
We currently have a blizzard warning here so I thought
I would offer some photos of the flames of October and a
poem I wrote some years ago while on a another work
related bus trip through a winter landscape.
20 below, everything fades to white,
fields stretch to a white horizon
each tree, woodlot is rimmed in frost
and the white non-light still holds
against an unseen dawn.
On the snow mantled farm the
red buildings bleed to rose,
the yard light shines like a grounded star,
and if I could stop and walk
up the long path, pass the granaries,
the black on white piano key
repetition of fence posts,
would I be a mysterious guest
a magi, or merely home?
But we continue north to a grey,
shuttered city, waiting for spring to come
and open it like a can.