A long calling down the wind

The other day the phrase "time and the flying snow" drifted from the sky onto my computer keyboard as if released from the clouds. But it didn't come from the atmosphere. It was released from my memory. Long memory. The phrase is the title of a book of songs, sheet music by Gordon Bok, a… Continue reading A long calling down the wind

Time and the flying snow*

The time of snow has come. This is now a waiting time. All my effort every day is going into the waiting. Or the holding still in the waiting. Or the being busy in the waiting. Or the restless flicking of fingers or searching the white white white for that one red-splash cardinal. Or the… Continue reading Time and the flying snow*