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WINTER TREES All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold. — William Carlos Williams (1883 – 1963), American poets & essayist. LEDA HIDDEN Christmas Eve, unseasonably cold, I walk in Golden Gate Park. The winter twilight thickens. The park grows dusky before The usual hour. The sky Sinks close to the shadowy Trees, and sky and trees mingle In receding planes of vagueness. The wet pebbles on the path Wear little frills of ice like Minute, [...] A double-dose for my 200th Poetry Friday. SPELLBOUND The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds [...] No. 67 The cold in these mountains is ferocious, has been every year since the beginning. Crowded peaks locked in perennial snows, recluse-dark forests breathing out mists, grasses never sprout before the solstice and leaves start falling in early August. This confusion includes a lost guest now, searching, searching—no sky to be seen. — Han [...] View Ascent activity on 22-Apr-10 at 03:19PM in a larger map The sun did manage to come out long enough for me to out on the bike for an hour or so, but when it dipped behind some rather ominous clouds, it got awfully cold for how I was dressed. At least Earth Day wasn’t [...] SNOW Low clouds hang on the mountain. The forest is filled with fog. A short distance away the Giant trees recede and grow Dim. Two hundred paces and They are invisible. All Day the fog curdles and drifts. The cries of the birds are loud. They sound frightened and cold. Hour By hour it grows [...] View Ascent activity on 20-Feb-10 at 12:00PM in a larger map The sun was out, the sky was blue, it was beautiful, and so is my bike … but it was flippin’ cold out there today. Brr. Felt good to turn the legs over … ski day tomorrow, I think, unless the weather is gorgeous [...] I AM NOT YOURS I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost [...] COLD MORNING Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o’clock light change from charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things in the morning that has a thick skin of ice on it as the water tank has, so nothing flows, all is bone, telling its tale of how hard [...] Look … I like winter; I might even go so far as to say that I love winter. However, this is way too fucking cold for December, and for as little snow that we have on the ground in the mountains right now … neither of which is really conducive to outdoor recreational activity. [...] |
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