Friday, October 7, 2011

The view from my front door...

The owls arrive on winter 
wings, with messages we can't
decipher, watching us
with steady yellow eyes 
as if 
they know something
not at all

Oh! This reminds me of Nancy White Carlstrom's wonderful book, so quintessentially Alaskan: Goodbye Geese illustrated by Ed Young, a book that should never have gone out of print:

...When geese spread their wings in the sky
and fly honking south,
winter hears
and winter comes.





Yes, winter is here at the top of the world where we are all happy to welcome its pristine whiteness, its healing silence.

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