December 6, 2010 frost
I woke up this morning to the most incredible hoar frost. It was so beautiful. But I didn’t have my camera on me, more’s the pity. Lost (& found again) my purse, so my cards are cancelled. Holed up again in my living room in a blanket trying to finish my essay. Can’t wait to get back to Shrewsbury for Christmas.
Here’s a little gem of a poem for you.
In the cloud gray mornings
I heard the herons Flying
And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment
Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles at a touch,
But I have seen many Autumns
With herons blowing like smoke
Across the sky.