#16 winter solstice 2010

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We had a light coating of snow today that reminded me of how ash settles on the pieces of the wood kiln. On my evening dog walk the horse in the neighboring field stood at the crest of the hill back lit by a steel gray sky. The moon has grown so it resembles last night's leaf plate and the light is beautifully reflected on the fresh coat of snow.


If the moon happened once,

it wouldn't matter much,

would it?

One evening's ticket

punched with a

round or a crescent.

You could like it
or not like it,

as you chose.

It couldn't alter

every time it rose;

it couldn't do those

things with scarves

it does.

By Kay Ryan

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