A Crack In The Night. November 21, 2009
Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, poetry.Tags: blanket, night, poetry, sunset
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The Earth turns, the sun recedes and the blanket of night descends
like the closing of a coffin lid.
Light and dark, night and day, black and white, right and wrong, alive, dead, pretending.
It’s all relative, isn’t it?
Snowbound! December 31, 2007
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: blanket, horse, river, snow
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I woke this morning to a deep stillness, as though a heavy blanket wrapped the world.
Indeed, the night had brought a blanket of fresh snow. A look out my kitchen window showed my garden to be snuggled beneath a thick layer of Next Year’s Life.
Time to suit up, clean off the car and hit the road!
The Cold River seemed oddly warm in its new finery:
That one’s for you, Cuz.
As I drove through the muffled grayness, patches of blue scuttled by overhead and occasional wind squalls turned the trees’ burdens into sudden blizzards.
Feels like a good time to head home and make a big pot of soup!
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