Lost
Lost in the trackless, stateless post-Christmas wilderness of Central Park, sans wreath, sans leftovers, sans compass, sans -- everything,
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Tell Me Again About the Castle
Tell me again about the castle! Please? Well, it’s a far one this time, way inside the corner of the mind. You may remember travelling there, back in '17. There’s a chilly rose-pink sunset, but I guess that’s just as well, since Things are as they should be. There’s a tall gate that guards the tree lights and a table set with candles and a roast with carrots and onions and walnuts wrapped in sugar cookies. The fire logs throb with red, the big stones warm the great hall The planked floor is spread with a soft rug and a knitted pillow. Dawn breaks with snowy craters, tatted and iced by the night. Snow Castles
A Book of Months
Ship shape and able, I set out upon the waters of spring to earn my living as a lover of life; happy eyed and full of tumbled joy. Life and golden days ensued with nary a drop of sooty rain. May came in with blood red tulips and new love, oh what a May. The June days swept by long and lovely, July waded in with thick air and a promise. August had that pushy frankfurter smell, and squeaky hot carouselous days. September walked on stage with a serious note and a book. October was almost too cavernous to bear with its skeletal revealings and its eaten leaves with frayed stems. November is a waiting month, things dim, and nothing seems to happen. Now, it is December with that false glee and artificial lightness born from dark closed-in evenings with blue reflections and sometimes a warm fire with a mate, ending with a weary ribbon. I remember those Januaries past with their stark colorless streets and brown lacy weeded edges in the countryside, hopelessly shortene...
Taking Ounce for a Walk
It has been awhile since I took little Ounce for a walk, so I went about searching in the usual places. Ounce was playing in the Rambles just above the Boathouse and was so excited! You know how Ounce likes to play in water and usually we find a puddle and go for a swim, if it isn't too deep. I explained that it is now winter . The day was simply too cold, so I took us to the Boathouse for a warm drink. Poor Ounce was so disappointed! I found a french fry, but it just wasn't the same.
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