The north wind shushes the sleet,
the lazy fall of fine snow
just dusting the cedar boughs.
And not so much
to weigh the afternoon down
or discouraging sounds
of the opinionated crows,
but just the right amount
to suggest the coming winter
and all its heavy lifting.
But not today-
today is the first glaze of ice
on the path
with just enough substance
to lay paw prints
of fox and hare
across the dimly lit day
as it drifts
with the cold north wind.
These astonishing whorls of ice are formed as the sap in the grasses and weeds freezes and bursts from the plant membranes to be squeezed into the frigid temperatures.
Due to our warm autumn, the plants had not gone completely dormant, so they were still filled with moisture. A perfect situation for the drop in temperature to cause these beautiful frost flowers to form.
Each is delicate and fragile. A mere touch can cause them to shatter. And a few moments of sun can cause them to just evaporate into the cold air.
ephemeral, delicate beauty
swirled from winters touch
to blossom in the cold morning air
The Beatles tune keeps running thru my head - “I read the news today, oh boy.”
over all the talking heads
and well groomed, earnest readers. “And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh.”
Feeling lucky to have the satellite company
that’s feuding with Ted Turner-
leaving a block of channels
(ordinarily filled with opinion and conjecture
dressed up as NEWS)
just not there.
no news is good news.
We cuddle in the chill autumn air
watching breaking news-
wild geese descend onto the still waters of the cove.
Film at eleven.
“I’d love to turn you on”
** A Day in the Life by McCartney, Lennon and Harris.