Sunday, November 24, 2013

At the ice edge

At the ice edge


and rough slabs of poetry.

*Big shout out to Jack Wong for the phrase "rough slabs of poetry." Thank you.

Today was the first day this season that we woke to ice on the pond and it did not melt during the day. A bitter northwest wind froze cloth to the line beneath the clothespins, turned sheets to boards.

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