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
Good to see a post from you, Annie! Looks lke you have not been in a drought like us. How exciting about the new book!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you posting again.
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