a scrappy frost
mounts a weathered deck railing
the clamor of crows
9:30 pm, Christmas Eve, we go for a drive
holiday lights without any snow
erratic swaths of darkness
a diminished magic
— but not entirely
waiting for Santa
penultimate of the twelve
frenzied little ones
tomorrow, a very early start
Judy’s Numbers Game #53: Today’s number is…174
uffda
late December
another difficult year
nearly spent
rocky mountain memory
mountain-trail vista
eye-level, roiling clouds
elevation 12,183 feet
solstice
long, the hours of darkness—
enjoy the bleakness while you can
tomorrow, the light begins its reign
early morning reading
turbulent winds woke me at midnight
was that a runaway train I heard
or the roar of a 747 skimming our rooftop?
minute by minute, hour after hour—
as sleep eluded me, at last I turned on the light
Resurrected
Husband and I are in the midst of a total basement dust-up and re-org. Tucked away behind bags of wrapping paper, bows and holiday gift bags, I discovered a box I did not recognize. No clue whatsoever as to its contents.
Lo and behold, an after-Christmas find from several years ago that I’d totally forgotten about. And isn’t he lovely! Our storage room re-do just paid off with a nice little bang. I love stumbling across these hidden treasures!
holiday concert, solo
burgundy ribbed tights, velvet pinafore
a single spotlight, the hushed crowd
8-year-old Allison steps up to the microphone
Chit Chat