I had a little trouble at work today…
February 10, 2009
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“I awoke to a morning more awake than I” or “February 10, 2009″
February 10, 2009
The wizened cardinal prattles
among the naked tree branches.
She looks
down
on
me
as if to say,
“Behold, the Glory of the Lord!”
or
“Good luck trying to get that little dog
to go inside on a morning like this!
Have a seat. Sip your coffee. Watch. Listen.”
She flits and flutters around in the woven mass
of angry branches.
But the naked tree seems almost glad
to be bare this morning; standing proudly
on the short, sloping hill behind our house.
My eyes follow the hill down.
Down.
To the ugly mess of mud and sandy silt
that lines the street.
And I trace the path that the torrents of
molten winter have made.
Down.
Down.
And off
to the distant houses standing small before tall trees
(trees much taller than my angry/contented tree)
A wicked, loathsome wind sets them to shaking.
And I am reminded.
It is not to be.
a time to talk ~ robert frost
February 3, 2009
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
