The moon appears -new, waning or waxing. The stars are plentiful, and unchanging. The earth rolls around to meet the sun. There is wind coursing over the earth, and stillness, and blue sky and grey. Precipitation arrives then departs, a party to deep cold and surprising warmth. A blanket of snow withers over the tawny, textured padding of leaves. Squirrels navigate vertical and horizontal, white tail deer arrive unannounced, birds prefer early but often stay late, and coyotes call out at night.
Sunday, February 1, 2015
The Cosmos
The moon appears -new, waning or waxing. The stars are plentiful, and unchanging. The earth rolls around to meet the sun. There is wind coursing over the earth, and stillness, and blue sky and grey. Precipitation arrives then departs, a party to deep cold and surprising warmth. A blanket of snow withers over the tawny, textured padding of leaves. Squirrels navigate vertical and horizontal, white tail deer arrive unannounced, birds prefer early but often stay late, and coyotes call out at night.
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Lovey writing ... thank you for sharing!
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DeleteIt's so nice to see you "out there" again. Hope things are settling down for you.
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