The days are short,made shorter by cloudand cold, by ice grayand snow blottingthe skating pond.
I like the beach at sunrise and sunset, and cloudy days but last Sunday we attended an event scheduled for noon, and it didn’t take long for my face to gain a cooked lobster hue.
This morning’s walk was in a comfortable fifty-six degrees with a stiff breeze. Now, I let summer’s heat top out at seventy-two.
THIS TOO SHALL PASS
Canine leaps and bounds,
Shadows on glistening snow,
Sun will dissolve all.
What if you never noticed
the sun
