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Friday, January 16, 2009

Cold, cold, cold



The winter light through our bedroom window woke me. Eight degrees outside. I didn't want to get out of bed.

But I did, started the coffee, and went to the back door to let in the clamoring dogs, who'd been let out an hour before. There was the moon, like an ice crystal, far above the trees, unmelting in a frozen blue sky.



I remembered a short poem I'd jotted into a notebook years ago when we were camping in the Cumberland Mountains area.


what’s underneath thrusts
out in bluffs or overhangs

or huddles in caves where
the first hunters took shelter,

waking at dawn to the curve
of light under the stone lid.





Tonight the low is supposed to be six degrees!

4 comments:

Nancy Simpson said...

Kay, Thanks for the post and photo. I love Moon, love how she hangs around as long as she can and love how she is always there.

Stay warm.

JMeadows said...

I love seeing the moon during the day time hours, the idea that its decided to not be outshone by the sun today.

BTW, I've left the Arts Council and am now working for the local NBC affiliate working in community outreach and I'm really loving it!

Kathryn Stripling Byer said...

Nancy, love your image of Moon hanging around as long as she can. Maybe I'll steal it! And Jessica, I'm happy to know that your move to the local NBC affiliate has been a good one. I remember my visit to your neck of the woods fondly!

Glenda C. Beall said...

Kay, this weather is a far cry from where we were born and raised, isn't it?
But I love the cold, just not wind.
The moon photo is perfect.
Love the poem, also.
Glenda Beall