Spring | Spring
Mar.24.2011
Spring thrusts its face through the fog of war and disaster the way those delicious green fuses, asparagus spears, drive upward through the earth.
Even in circumstances that beggar imagination, this season brings consolation, green shoots rising to the promise of renewal. Despite the blows it has...
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Mar.20.2011
Spring was my mothers favorite time of year, so on this beautiful day, which marks the beginning of the season she so enjoyed... I sit alone remembering her.
The sun is shining... the robins keep landing on the deck out back... the last of the snow is melting off my roof.
Somewhere, my mother...
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Mar.20.2011
Vernal translates from Latin to Spring, Equinox translates from the Latin words aequus, which means equal, and nox, which means night.
Welcome to spring and the day when the hours of daylight and nighttime are nearly equal. I love the equinoxes, which won't surprise anyone who has read Struck...
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Mar.18.2011
Winter is my time for getting writerly things done. Spring is apparently here for keeps - we have toads singing in our pond almost non-stop - time for amphibian romance, you know. And our koi are all but jumping with energy. Cardinals and finches are making nests - I found a mass of moss, leaves...
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Mar.15.2011
I'm just a boy standing in the middle of the crooked road. The rain falls, pelting my jacket with a soft harshness only spring rain can do. I look across the field. There are no more crops. The harvest of last fall only shows the stubble of corn stalks, hinting towards a new season of lush smells...
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Mar.07.2011
A pear tree drapes herself in white lace, Blushing behind clouds as she slips on her garter, Preparing to renew vows to Spring.
A hard mint winter is finished She trembling in breeze, gown billowing, Cloud curtain parting, morning sizzling.
Colored birds fire up their instruments,...
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Mar.01.2011
The sun speaks with a stillness I cannot describe. Soft winds blow at my face and I breathe the life into my lungs. The trees are still bare from the winters' harsh cold. But the way the sun sets on the branches lets me know that spring is near. I look across the golden fields; birds nesting in...
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Feb.13.2011
It's that time of year that cherry blossoms snow in my little town. The daffodils bud, and the wind blows, and I can hear a lawn mower right now. 65 degrees and blue skies make Sunday feel easy and great and just right.
Which makes the zombies more surprising. The walking undead belong to night and...
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Feb.01.2011
Candlemas: Imbolc
Purification by fire and water
Saint Brigid’s Day: poetry, healing and smithcraft
Today we celebrate the return of the light and the approach of spring. It seems incongruous looking out my window at the layers of snow that have fallen since Christmas. A dense white quilt covers...
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Jan.22.2011
The air soft, mild, students out in flipflops and shorts, a mother jogs past followed by a pre-schooler on a pint-sized bike. I even saw an old two-tone (burgundy and black) 2Chevaux stop at the stop sign. My neighbors' bush is covered with Meyer lemons: every evening I reach in gingerly and...
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