January 2012


Morning sentinel

A pair of woodpeckers flits and cackles, the male scooting on his branch while the female looks away, toward a chuckling nuthatch.

Frozen footprints

Yesterday’s footprints are cast in earth harder than concrete, their texture tripping us at every step.

This is my day nineteen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.

Frozen snowmelt

Already yesterday’s snow has been reincarnated as today’s puddles and slick-spots: the metempsychosis of midwinter mud.

This is my belated day eighteen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.

Snow on stone wall

On snowy mornings, I can read the stories the dog sniffs every day: here, a jogger ran; there, two dogs raced off leash, jubilant.

This is my belated day seventeen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.

Snowflake snuggles...

Another frigid morning. The dog and I briskly circle the block while the cats map the warmest radiators and sunniest windows.

This is my day sixteen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.

Winged pedestrian

A morning so cold, the dog’s pee steams, puddles, then freezes on the pavement, leaving a slick yellow smear.

This is my belated day fifteen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.

Nestled

Was that a sapsucker squealing from a tall pine this morning, his whiny squeak like a dog’s rubber chew toy? I’ll never know.

This is my day fourteen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.

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