The photo of the deer (above) is one of my favorite winter pictures. It is so gentle, so interested and seems to be almost posing for the camera.
A very wintry day today, and strange. It began with freezing rain; got warmer and moved to rain, then later to sleet, snow, and right now, a blustery nothing. The grey of evening has settled in and the village below no longer visible except for two security lamps that cut the gloom with their orange glow, one at the school and the other at the Post Office. Temperatures are supposed to plunge for the foreseeable future and it is easy to feel trapped inside and climb the walls.
Staying in the moment, and the day, is the only survival strategy. Finding things to do that I enjoy, including talking with friends and family. The internet is a godsend, I don't know how the pioneers did without it!
Here is a poem to be published in the next issue of Harp Strings Poetry Journal, that I wrote a few years ago:
cabin fever and the internet
snow
and gray days
twenty below and more
cold cabin walls
suck every ounce
of heat from your body
cat lies under
the baseboard heater
listens to the constant
scream
of bird-fights
at the feeder
e-mails
connect us
to the outside world
are like conversations
with friends
a comfort
in the long hours
of sub-zero days
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