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Crickets are chirping away now that it is dark out. It was hot but has gotten chilly. Thunderheads are piled up on the horizon. Woodcocks peent out in the field. Snipes whoop over the grass... More »
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Out in snow and rain earlier today, I witnessed birds, returned from the south. A snipe, circling the fields, its eerie trilling sifting down through the wet snow, landed by the river. A hundred ducks,... More »
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GEESE AT NIGHT Late, I lie awake, the darkness outside thick with wet snow. It is early October. Beneath the night, leaves wear autumn. Branches bow, as if to welcome winter, or surrender to it,... More »
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ALMOST WINTER In this season no one seems to like, gray clouds reach down arms of snow. Woodlots ring with wood dropped onto wood. I bake muffins with frozen summer berries. For those who do... More »
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At some point I hope to be able to run when I rise in the morning, rather than walk. Part of the reason I get up early every day is to exercise my heart and... More »
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