December
The white dove of winter
sheds its first
fine feathers;
they melt
as they touch
the warm ground
like notes
of a once familiar
music; the earth
shivers and
turns towards
the solstice.
Linda Pastan, American Poet (b 1932)
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For more Wintry Solstice Imagery
see my current post
Shorter by the Day
@ The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony
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Turning Towards the Solstice
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Let Us Eat Quickly
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Shorter by the Day
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Emily From Different Angles
"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? -- every, every minute?"
Question asked by Emily, in OUR TOWN
"to find a value above all price for the smallest events in our daily life" ~Thornton Wilder
Friday, December 14, 2018
Turning Towards the Solstice
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