march marches forward with or without.

[mandarinethorns]

today was the first winter slurring of the weather to cross wellington sky's lips. it rained the only way this place knows how to rain: in a sputtering grey wet fog of damp bluster. i optimistically wore wool anyway in acceptance of a drop in temperature, but nothing else. denial is less functional in dealings with mother nature i find. ack. i

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[8w_gremlin]

I have a small set of shiny buttons plucked from antique raiment... its a start...

[mandarinethorns]

perfect!

[proziumlove]

you are a winner not a fighter.
i love your words.
you ARE brilliant. so brilliant i put a picture of you in my work space at home. my wonderful inspiration.

[georgia_pearle]

[georgia_pearle]

And this is a "reckless sonnet" from the book:

Once in its life the yucca moth alights
on the yucca flower which blooms a single evening.
Imagine the black against tepid black outline
and the whir of wings before the moth
gathers pollen, kneads it into a ball
and travels to a second blossom
where it cuts open the pistil, lays its eggs inside
then stuffs the pellet into that canal. What
dream informs the caterpillar,
what fragrance besides death--and what hand
will lift the blinds beside my bed
when the lover is drinking a first cup of coffee
a hundred miles away I wish I knew.
And what image allows one to take that one flight?