The in-betweens
I notice the in-between periods when light first comes up and recedes, dawn and dusk. These are times that have long attracted me but probably because of the change in seasons and accompanying time change I am more alert to them.
A spring night after
the morning snow
melted to memory
with the western light
dying over Jersey
I settled into my seat
for the long trip home.
A new folio, Drawn on Land, is here. It is concerned with the minimal, not only which crosses and clouds drawing but also has expressive content that is not explicit.
We have passed it. The last storm of this winter came last night, wet, soggy and all its determination gone. Winter has given up and this is his last effort in the losing struggle. My studio is safe and dry, the plumber came today and repaired the leak in the house and now the ceiling must dry before the contractor can repair. All is well on the Homestead. Even the Coyotes were more tuneful last night.
On the national front, it’s not so good. We learn of the Secretary of State’s dismissal, this apparently done not by personal message but a tweet. The shadow side of our national nature stares at us unblinking. No icing nor military music, nor parades will cover up the darkness that is lose on the land. The Democrats are like the old Kaiser, desperate for power but too old and weak to take a lead in opposition. They are no where these days. Does anyone remember history?
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