- Day 27
- from around the manhole cover
steam rises in pulses
as though beneath the sidewalk
a dragon sleeps...
- Day 28
- the street untouched
in inch-deep snow --
to leave my doorstep
and mark my passing
- Day 29
- The bushes are flattened as though a giant had sat on them --
some bounce back once freed from their heavy loads of snow,
but others still hang low, limbs broken or bent for good.
So winter leaves its mark on us all.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Snow and exhaustion continue to dog the start of my year, make the weeks hard to imagine and the time fly jumpily. Intermittant blogging and even more intermittant observation, I fear.