After a long day-week-month-year so far, picked a favorite human up from the train station and paused to take in this light, together. Gathering beautiful moments, gathering light.

A small patch of “snow globes” bobbing on a cold winter breeze. A portend, a cairn, nature’s simple beauty as an act of resistance?

Poetry and flowers. Panaceas, joyful resistance.

“I live in a diorama of days extending out into what I cannot imagine. At the furthest reach, I long for a red-winged blackbird on a fence post in a pasture full of daisies.” J Moon

The Salem Poetry Festival is February 27, 28, and March 1. Come help us celebrate place and our words. This free event with three venues and many poets is going to be deep and fun and memorable. Watch for more details.

Gathering light.

The last week is a blur. Reading, writing, walking, and offering feedback on a manuscript. Birdsong and an impromptu visit to the museum both panaceas.

Congrats! I like them all and love the vase poem