Time Flew

 My last post was in September.  What happened to time?  October and November slipped into December.  Christmas became January and the month is almost half gone. 

The river is rising again and the fog encroaches more and more.

Children explore the mysteries of the backwaters.

A spiral staircase with no beginning and no end.

A light snow at Thanksgiving became a failed promise of more winter.

And yet again I am writing, adding to, and gathering 50 years of poetry

for my next book entitled

Scenes from a Slow-Moving Train:

A Diary of Emotions