Slow Sweeping Agreement

On these short winter days when it is clear, the sun wheels low across the sky, marking time with long shadows that sundial around the corn stalks in slow sweeping agreement across the snow crust.

And then, some winter days pile gray clouds over me. And they hang heavy and trail slow. They are like the quilt I am asleep under, when the one I am sleeping with rolls away, pulling the blankets with them, sweeping the clouds across my head and shoulders, snagging them on the hawks who are resting on the fence posts, tickling the noses of the horses who throw their heads, and run away.

Comments

[dinskeep]

Ned, I have been checking ever so often wondering, did you give up entertaining and amusing us with your turn of phrase and photo? No, apparently you have been gathering yourself for the spring and now you are off and running again. Very much appreciated! thanks for the new post.

[Penny]

Ned, so great to have you back! I've missed your photos and poetry.

[Jeff]

Put me down as one more that's missed the postings, but was thrilled to have two new ones tonight. Happy Solstice.

[Jeff]

I mean equinox.