autumn

April 8, 2022

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autumn is a time for falling asleep
spring is the awakening

autumn is preparing for the months of winter depression
spring is shedding those sads

autumn is slowing, pondering, thinking, dying
spring is the adrenaline amping up again

so why do i feel so tired and sad and ponderous
while spring is all around me?

~~~

coffee
music
cat on lap
dog on couch
kip across the table
help me enter the day
my way

~~~

i know my headspace isn’t great
if i obsess over things
or
if i shoot from one subject matter
to the next
to the next
with no real resolution
and no thinking through to the end.

so why are my indications
entirely opposing?
is this my black and white thinking coming to some sort of fruition
or is this the source of my non-grey-mind?

September 22, 2021

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getting into the swing of fall
feeling more myself
sweater weather
and
spooky times
and
black cats
and
i hope i can keep this hopeful, fun, spooky feeling
all through the season

(for it really is/can be the most wonderful time of the year…)

September 15, 2020

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the chill of changing seasons
with only a packed hoodie to protect
can make it difficult to do anything
but re-watch supernatural
and embroider tiny cacti
over thin blue lines
and snuggle under a blanket
and hope tomorrow will be warm enough
to explore
(again)

September 8, 2020

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campfire
noun
a small fire at a campsite or in a yard, usually circular and often surrounded by stones or bricks

bonfire
noun
1) a large fire at an event or celebration
2) what the Farr/Twitchell household called our campfires

gas fire
noun
a confusing accoutrement that allows a fire to be maintained on a wooden deck for immediate morning enjoyment on a daily basis
see also: vacation bliss

September 7, 2020

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when a small animal scratching from inside the walls
wakes you up like
your cat scratching at your apartment door
before six am

it is always a good idea to
heat up some coffee
and go outside with your kip and your dog
to watch the sun rise

(even if you can’t see the sun past the tree line)

what is it about
the rattle of an old farm house
basement heater
that makes me feel so
automatically
cozy?

September 6, 2020

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a hummingbird knocked on our window this morning
and invited us with her to a fairy grove

we splashed in the icy cool creek waters
and slid up and down the hill valley roads

the dog was not so sure about the mini waterfalls
and i was not so sure about the steep decline

but before it gets too cold and snowy up here
it’s nice to call Vermont a two-week home.