Winter Wind

From the January 2013 Print Edition

Leaf-laden lately, beech limbs once reached? the ground, swaying. Lightened now, choreic, bare, they twitch. An abandoned wasp nest? scuds across the yard. The nest is dashed against the garden shed and drops to rest? among discarded flowerpots, each smashed? to shards so long ago the sun has . . . . Continue Reading »