Terrific-

On a January evening this is what I am working on tonight:

Winter Sense

Whispering snow secretly descends
I did not know you were there
Chiding the lampposts
Scolding the sidewalks

Why did you come,
To tell us your woes
Where are the Junipers
And scampering squirrels

What of feasts hidden in drifts
Telling secrets of their own
Cloaked in unbearable lightness
How quiet are your ways
These [dark] January nights

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The season of death
Of winter repose, they say
But what of the chickadees
Taking turns as they feed
And the juncos flitting on snow-crusted skeletons
Left by the lilac and forsythia
Azalea and bayberry

Vultures silently grazing from the sky
Looping through lonely echoes left by woodpeckers
Toiling for a meal
Pesky skunks hugging the ground
Foraging and fattening for
February’s mating

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Your shimmering array
Dazzling in the morning sun
The chill
crisp and abrupt

You have enchanted me
Awakened my tongue to taste your song
My heart to hear your soul
My hands to see your stealth
Here I am
I am alive among the living!

Poetry out here?

I am searching, navigating really, this blog that I rarely attend to. I am wishing to post some of my poetry and to find other like-minded souls to share with and discuss. This is a test

I (one of the three of us!) have not posted for a while and thought I would do the five minute schmooze before running off to evening errands. Listening to the news (I am an avid NPR listener), I continue to be disheartened about the state of the political campaign season. I seems that if you have the money, by and large, you can simply buy your votes. Advertising breeds name recognition negative adds stir passions. There is one party that seems to have the exhorbitant numbers of dollars, superceding campaigns from previous years and still going... I am hearing reactionary views but no substantial policy shifts and maintain my concern for those in this country without a voice. I am hopeful that the voting public will listen for intelligent policy and disregard the reactionary hype. More later...

The color Orange

I found this picture while browsing through the sample images on my computer. It's very lovely and I wanted to share it.

ahhh spring!

Happy Spring!

Though I know it's a bit late for that message, but it's finally starting to feel like spring. In my neighborhood all the beautiful trees are in bloom...and though we've had a few dreary days it really lights up the neighborhood!

I hope that everyone else is having magnificent spring weather!
-me

Happy New Year

Hey!
Long time no blog.
Happy New Year!
Hope your year is long enough to get everything done! :D
Are you planning on keeping your New Year's Resolution?
Let us know. (if you dare :D)
-Child of Family

So here is a remarkable place with a remarkable history. It is the Boott Cotton Mills located in Lowell, Massachusetts (the National Historic Park). We had the pleasure of spending a day literally working on the line and exploring the difficult conditions of young women and eventually immigrants who came to this city beginning in the 1830's, seeking a new and better life but being thrust into horrific working conditions in these textile mills. The hours were unbearable, the work monotonous and tedious, the thunder of the looms deafening and the flying bits of textile fibers deadly.

The history of the place is beautifully preserved but it also challenges its visitors to think about how workers are treated today. Where were your jeans made, for example, and why so affordable? What were the politics and economics of the time that created a ripe environment for exploitation and how can this continue today? A very provocative and interesting series of exhibits that we highly recommend checking out if ever in the Boston area!