You did indeed spot another Kimo, in addition to several other short counted forms. Winter night and its subtle shadows seem to lend themselves to poetry it seems. But maybe that’s because I’m often awake then to observe. Thank you so much for reading and responding to these small offerings.
You’re most generous in your kind words on these small offerings. Thank you for reading them and responding to them. And my you also find joy and blessings in the New Year.
December Sketches
I greet you
from the cool autumn night
where contrabass owls tune their voices
on their high oaken chairs in the shadowed forest,
and low clouds reflecting village lights
speed you my love on the
rising wind.
Down, down, down
through winter’s deep darkness,
the cold moonlit stillness settles sharp
over silver shadowed meadow, farm and forest,
its chill seeping into those who lie
Thanks for this difficult, yet perfect take for Christmas. At least a part of Lewis’ family acts like family. You wrote this well, enough to move my heart.
Merry Christmas! A nice end to an all-too-brief sojourn across the world. I’ve no doubt Liebe could have a cousin in the not too distant future. Hope that little girl is ready for adventure - CJ’s first posting could be quite obscure. But I’m sure you’ll write to us about it, yes?
I love the recipe. I love the story. I have a student with an implant who is both glad of it, but may be having some if the same thoughts as you describe. But toward the end, something appeared in my eye, requiring a tissue. And maybe hot chocolate, just because. Thank you!
I really enjoyed this chapter, from Surfin Santa to the Liston men in skirts, er, kilts. And Owen and CJ and Spencer did well in talking with Pam. No shouting, just a firm discussion. Thank goodness for helpful aunts. Happy Christmas!
You’ve written an excellent story. Lex is deeply flawed; who knows if anything will work out with him? The man only knows his immediate desires and his anger. Our narrator has come through a terrible experience. You write that so well, we can feel it deeply. The epilogue allows us a ray of hope, for which I’m grateful, in addition to my thanks for this story.
And so the fire isn’t merely built, it’s blazing. Loren’s thoughts about the cheating in the marriage no longer make an impact, except to add fuel to the fire. I fear where this might lead.