December 2010

the view from the car window as I left
for town this morning

cold, busy day

cold in my head and early to bed

and as I lay in bed, I think
about our mockingbird in the bare
dogwood tree this morning

and think about his song that takes
us sweetly through the days and
nights of the warm seasons

and wonder where he is
at nine o’clock on a frigid winter
night?

…and so it begins…

…just a little store-bought rosemary tree
thus far, but it gives me a fresh whisper of
anticipation each time I pass it as I go
between kitchen and studio.

p.s. The first egg from our
little women!