Category Archives: Seasons

I have been trying to meet up with May, but she is hard to pin down. She feels like a suitcase packed and ready, the night before departure, like fairgrounds in the dawn, a dancer poised in position behind a … Continue reading →

April comes to me without hesitation. She is a cloud, a billow, the tender wafting scent of something not quite here. And then there she is, standing before me in overalls and an old plaid shirt, her uncombed hair a … Continue reading →

I cannot begin to speak the broad and foaming madness that is March, hard certainties everywhere broken by slight green impossibilities. He will not meet me. I plan ahead, arrange the time and place, and when I get there he … Continue reading →

I lie down. The world is full of crack and sparkle. The sound of laughter. February is an imp, a trickster. She is dancing over my body with her tiny feet. “I cannot wait to open my presents,” she declares. … Continue reading →

What does waiting look like? Outside the winds of desolation moan. The freeze scutters and blanks the world. Do not stand at the window straining to see through the blow to what is coming after. Sweep the hearth, tend the … Continue reading →

Inhabit the pause The light is the same all day. Whether dim and diffuse under a bed of cloud, or sparkling sharp and horizontal under a deep forgiveness of blue, the days are short and there is a sameness to … Continue reading →

The wind blows through bare branches. There is a footfall of approach. A cloud of breath. December takes my hand, lays me down in the leaf bed, lets the cold settle over me, the still and the cold, the snow, … Continue reading →

It is late, the days tick by. I want to find the spirit of November, but it eludes me. All around the air is clear and bright. I am weightless in this light. I cup my happiness and set it … Continue reading →