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The Kettle
On the 27th day of the last month of the year, Eldred Scott Merryweather found himself running out of Walmart, screaming. Never having been much of a Christmas shopper, he'd decided to venture into…
read →clear cold beautiful--morning sun in northern Mainepaints my face's age
snowblowing completehe sits on the mudroom benchplucking ice from his beard
Turnip? Gotta go.Parsnip? I'll say, 'No.'Bourbon nip? I miss it so.
dark cloudspromise rain or snowdeliver neither
everyday anxiety:backing into the collection areaat the recycling center
cool and brightthe autumn morning sees deerforaging in the snow
an act of courage:the young moose stumbles acrossthe frozen river
bent but not brokenthe tattered wood fencestruggles to stay relevant
off the traillost in the cold, barren woodsone with Nature
garbage can lidcreaking as it closes--feeling its age?
shedding skin--leaving behind old restraintsfostering new growth
in the streetsin the yards and the woods--apples
maple, birch, cedarsunny days and cool nights bring deathbeautiful colorful death