“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

12.11.2010

advent evening 11: my neighborhood. saturday.


saturday morning and the sun is blinking sleepy eyes.  sunshine, shade, shadow, sunshine, shade, sunshine, sparkles of sunlight on christmas tinsel, shade again, then shadows, blink, blink, blink again.  the trees are showing their bones and they are sketched in spirals; the neighborhood is all a-spiraled; the winding staircase, the pear tree echoing those circles; the ginkgo across the street is a pale golden sparkler, twirling against the green house behind it, the house that once was mary's.  the japanese maple, long dead, its bones exposed to chilly air, is hung with sparkles and more spirals, man made this time, foil, catching the sunlight when they can, a substitute for the red it once wore for christmas.
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saturday afternoon and the sun is out of bed and the wind is there to greet her.  the brick street shops are open housing for the holidays and there is lemon pound cake at katie's and the neighborhood church is decorated by the trees surrounding it, red leaves and green a celebration.  when i turn the corner next to the park, santa is in front of me, traffic slowed to a crawl as he passes and waves, and there is magic in the air, freefalling in figure eights, high-fiving the leaves as they fly by. 
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saturday evening and the sun has gone to bed. 
christmas lights follow the path of the creek
and i decide shopping can wait.
it is night
and 'tis the season.
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10 comments:

  1. with santa in your neighborhood, it is surely the season of joy.

    a beautiful post. :)

    xo

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  2. ooh, and now i want to follow those christmas lights down that path...

    i loved the cadence of this piece, it was perfect, like a horse drawn carriage.

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  3. hello dear:)
    it is always such a gift when i visit your blog -- the images, words, energy is incredible.

    i hope you are well.

    xo

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  4. Beautiful photo and lovely words.

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  5. you saw santa ? and there was magic ?
    could you ask him to come this way for a visit....we could use some magic right now as the blizzard of 2010 has taken us hostage....

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  6. your post reminds me how much i miss northern hemisphere christmas'. bright sunshiney days, crisp and cold...but a necessity at this time of year. instead, here: humid rains, brief moments of freshness...then blazing sunshine and heat. still can't get my head around it...even after 16 years :)

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  7. my goodness, Christmas sounds so much more magical in Tyler than in Spokane. can I come for a visit?

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  8. I love the way you describe the japanese maple...having bones exposed to the chilly air. Love that.

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