I read a book the other day that is very popular with people who are looking for answers to universal questions. The writing was concise and clear, and the imagery was accessible, despite striking me as overly simple. Most striking was the style. Every chapter was short, every paragraph was short, every sentence was short. […]
The ice forms surreptitiously, against all probability, when winter takes a river. The pieces form inadvertently, bound by the cold, and collide into each other, adhered by the quickening of the silky black water. It’s like a crowd of summer lilies — but it isn’t. The pieces of ice are jagged and uneven, thick and […]
The pump house froze up last night and when we came downstairs all we got from the faucets was a thin trickle of water. I pulled my boots on, picked up a shovel and walked down the lane to where the path cuts across to the pond. The pump house is built into the dirt there, […]
And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice […]
At Christmas we would put silver tinsel on the tree. We’d toss the tree in the woods out back come January. In the Spring thaw, the tinsel would run down the rivulets of snow melt like silver serpents. This picture brings that memory back.