Two more inches last night. One hundred-plus roof collapses in Massachusetts recently. Ice hanging off the eaves. Not delicate, crystal-like things, but big, burly, menacing fangs of ice. Snow banks five-six feet high. But! The days are getting longer. Driving home from the high school just now, the sun glared off of wires, making jewel-like lines in an otherwise drab landscape. Double strand of gold over dirty snow. Even now, after five, the sky holds enough light to read as periwinkle.
I love that little piece and wish I could do something like that.
Thanks so much for your comment. It was very perceptive.
even poetry can be scary 🙂
i love this page.
second arlees comment.
I should attribute the illustration to the artist (from proof pages that a friend gave me), but I’m not sure I ever had the cover and title page…
and jackie – how I wish I could create the felt treasures that seem to fall out of your hands!
I love this! It does help a little that the days are getting longer.
“fangs of ice,” that is so very descriptive…