Bitter cold. An hour before dawn, something crunches briefly in the brush and is still, as if turning over in its sleep.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Bitter cold. An hour before dawn, something crunches briefly in the brush and is still, as if turning over in its sleep.
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In the dark the first rooster crows,
magpies answer, tonight I am cold
I thaw in the steam of the shower.
Kettle hums. Light finds the sky.
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2012/01/chill.html