February 1, 2022
There is nothing happening tonight that cannot wait until tomorrow. Let's take the night off and regroup on Groundhog Day....
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There is nothing happening tonight that cannot wait until tomorrow. Let's take the night off and regroup on Groundhog Day....
Thank you Heather for your steadfast and perceptive reading of America's state of being, the early morning chronicler, deeply appreciated by this community and beyond.
The gray scene at the water's edge, brightened a bit by snow and birds, yet, still looking forlorn to me.
A timely poem:
Winter Trees
BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
William Carlos Williams was born the first of two sons of an English father and a Puerto Rican mother of French, Dutch, Spanish, and Jewish ancestry, …an American poet, writer, and physician closely associated with modernism and imagism. In addition to his writing, Williams had a long career as a physician practicing both pediatrics and general medicine. (Poetry Foundation and Wikipedia)
The groundhog woke up early this morning.
Saw the shadow of the January 06 insurrection.
Dove back into its burrow. Paused.
Came back out, rose up on its hind legs, and shouted, “Nevermore!!!”
The nearby raven nodded.
And the people said, “Amen!”