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Monday, January 8, 2007

First day, first post

It's a new year, and time for beginnings. I will be using this space to reflect, remember and renew, sharing stories, thoughts, memories, poems, book reviews and whatever else comes along.

I am a storyteller, a writer, mother of 5 and granny of 12. I work to live the life I love. I work full-time as a librarian, but storytelling, writing and the quiet life of the country are what my job supports.

For this first post, here's a poem for this time of year. We're supposed to get our first snow of the year today.


January Ice
Ice crystals sprayed from a can
My grandson showed me how it works—
hold six inches from the window and spray
Frost appears on glass,
just like Jack Frost painted on windows
in the old drafty house with single-paned windows
that let in every puff of winter's breath
funhouse windows that provided a waved and bubbled view
of Quarry Street and the houses across the alley
We stared in amazement then at the icy fronds
and ferns etched in delicate ice,
glinting pink with the first rays
December's morning sun
We dreamed of Russia, the Snow Maiden and Silverhoof
Sometimes
the ice was half an inch thick
at the bottom of the glass,
mounded in ribs like a frozen tree trunk,
spreading thinner as it climbed the glass
branching with pale tropical foliage
until finally a thin sheet of clear ice
we licked it with warm red tongues, melted it with fingertips,
lifting off pieces with fingernails,
tasting winter and frozen window grime

This can of spray lists directions and ingredients
But nowhere do I see Russia
or magic

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