#adventapertures2025: Blue Christmas

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the soundContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: Blue Christmas”

#adventapertures2025: day 21

Silence has its own notation: dark Jottings of duration, but not pitch,  A long black box, or little feathered hitch  Like a new Greek letter or diacritical mark  Silence is a function of Time, the lark  In flight but not in song. A nothing which  Keeps secrets or confesses. Pregnant, rich,  Or awkward, cold, theContinue reading “#adventapertures2025: day 21”