pausing between the festivities and daily chores,
the child play, the child worry, the rain
to dip into this book, jot down a line, or twelve

poemtrees

for how hard it is 
to understand the landscape 
as you pass in a train
from here to there
and mutely it
watches you vanish


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somewhere

behind Turkenfeld
a spruce nursery
a pond in the
moor on which
the March ice
is slowly melting



and my mind is untangled, free again
i even went for a walk 
without my thoughts 
tonight i will make apple compote 
with juniper berries to scent the house
with orange and cinnamon and cloves

happy, luminous new days to you!

thank you all for the warm wishes -

merry christmas !













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school is over for the holidays
(we made some eau de vie truffles for the teachers)
and we can put our routine away for a while.

there are friends around our table almost every evening
tomorrow we might drive up to the snow
each day and night as it comes.










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very cold days and nights, so unusual for us
as if we're borrowing someone else's weather

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a.'s simple lanterns, made with just pin pricked paper
and a jar, i was so surprised by their warm glow








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we've been battling a virus with old-fashioned remedies
like olive leaf tea and bowls of steam
i think we're finally winning :)


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what's left of your chrysanthemums, Δ μου
we loved them, thank you










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