Common magic

March lies covered under thick snow. Brown leaves have clung all winter to the stunted oak, rustling loudly as bitter wind drives across the tundra of the yard. They will fall in spring. Any day now, by the calendar. The hare's prints trace her hunt for any not-yet-gnawed shoots above the waist-deep drifts. We all … Continue reading Common magic

I have finished striding through the day

I have finished striding through the day and yearn now for small comforts a familiar chair a soft lamp a half-read book an old cat Let go of the adventures and the glad-handing let the workers return to their families let me find my way to tomorrow's courage as night folds down