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Suddenly Spring

Cut off shorts already in American Eagle. Bikinis in Aeropostale. Sandals in Charlotte Russe–all efforts to catapult us into spring well before it appears, to get us thinking about spring break and breaches and sun that burns hot enough to … Continue reading

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Grey

Yesterday was the first day that felt of winter–endless grey and a buffeting wind that pushed against the windows, bowing them in groaning rhythms. Dry leaves flew and tumbled across the road like small brown animals scurrying for the shelter … Continue reading

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The First of March

For weeks we had looked to the first of March as a transition point, the day that would move us from the month of most syllables and letters to a month of a single sound in our mouths, a month … Continue reading

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Stalking Fox

A fresh snowfall had frosted our woods like a cake, smoothing all the furrows and swiping flat the pocked divots made from previous animal walks. My prints, broad and flat boot tracks, were the first the indent the surface. Soon, … Continue reading

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The Pond in Winter

Warren Pond is frozen, and its smooth surface is padded with two inches of equally smooth snow that fell last night. The snow is scissored by lines of deer track, lines which span edge to edge, then re-cross in a … Continue reading

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Deer in the Doorway

In early morning light, deer step into my frame of vision, dark shapes gridded by window glass. Their browns match the stripped down winter hues so exactly that it is as though the landscape moves, slender leg a brown branch … Continue reading

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Snowy Transfiguration

Today I woke to a brightness outside my window, created by the snow that had fallen, and was still falling, during the night. I flicked on the porch light and suddenly the flakes falling were illuminated, slow, steady clots falling … Continue reading

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