“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


an oonch of snow

me on the bridge, watching snow plunk into the creek below.
yesterday afternoon late.

as darkness fell, it turned into sleet and smattered against the front door and windows, but before that, back when there was still daylight to be seen, a hawk swooped low and fast, following the creek line, a blur of feathers surrounded by snowflakes.

if these words just faded into nothingness they would look the same.
dark against light and then gone.



  1. I love this, especially that word: oonch. :)

  2. i smile at the word oonch, too. (i don't use the words as well, as they irritate me with their overuse...)
    my' oonch' of snow is magnified by now over 130 inches. this is a long winter. our snow does not leave. nor the temperatures rise. yesterday -15 wind chill. BUT we are almost 1/2 way thru February. When I am on my last thread, and I mean LAST of sanity, spring will come.


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