bleak
No other word for it. And I wasn't expecting it. NYC was still square in the middle of Autumn. West Viginia is not. Early winter.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
1 comment:
no leaf season in Iowa this year either, should mean a warm January
but if you are seeing black it all looks grey
sending love and a hug
phil
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