the Coldest Morn

One of my writers group sent out a prompt this morning: "Winter's coldest day..." My bay is frozen flat, and white with snow. In my youth I would have strapped on my skates... The scrape of metal on ice changes as I move. there's the soft shish of gliding on perfect smoothness, and the scrape…

Snow Day

Blurred by ice-then-snow-now, grass and tree and house and bay are rendered in the softest greys. Meteoric, a crow as black as space lands on a tailwind. Then another; black feathers plump and shudder off the snow. They strut like they own the place. Which today, they do. Neighbors' grand homestead, built out over decades…

February Highs & Lows

It's just past Imbolc, candlemas, Groundhog Day. The time we witches dwell on the quiet of winter, halfway to spring equinox, when the fields lie quiet beneath the frozen ground. Most of my life, in New York and Michigan, winter arrived and laid down it's coating of snow and ice, transforming the world. This year in southern Maryland, Winter and…

A New Year Dawns

I've been grumpy about the unseasonably warm weather - over 70° leading up to Christmas just didn't feel right. But heading into the end of the year, Voila! And it's so crispy cold that the bay has frozen. There is a beauty to the frosted morning, a certain chilled pink and blue glaze over lawns…

Snow Day

Fat flakes twirl in the unconstant wind, a cold breath that cannot make up it's mind. Better this than a firm and determined wind today, for the mercury is falling, and any stiff breeze would surely find its way through my zipper.   The dog, however, pays no mind to the chill, and leaps with…

Snow Day

I always ask for snow for my birthday, but since it falls in November, I haven't had my wish fullfilled in some years. Today, however, this quiet grey began to creep over the landscape as I was at the gym for morning workout. By lunchtime notable flakes were drifting down. an hour later and they…

Headwinds

I took the dogs to the river today, the sun was out! We've all been indoors too much, writing, painting, cooking. Today, walking was the first priority. The winter beech leaves can be quite a bright golden peach in the winter, contrasted with the drabness of dried leaves and bark. The green of moss and…