This early morning early the air was fine
for
slippers and nightgowns, as birds sang and wooed each other, and our star sank
behind clouds, then reappeared, startling the land with its golden light.
Sometime later when it became clear it was International Women's Day and
daylight savings and Sunday and all sorts of other things, as I scrubbed the
stove and fed four footeds and worked on a chapter and watched the doves
outside on the tall Maple branches. The sun shone as snowflakes fell from the
sky, filling the neighborhood.
As the birds fed and chattered, and somewhere
off in the woods the little boy Possum began his day.
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