Winter Solstice Again

WINTER SOLSTICE AGAIN
Days pass without words no loss,
Now the solstice,
winter ’round again.

A good warming fire in the stove requires a bed of coals wakened with the bellows,
My seventh decade come and gone, Blues harp, trumpet punctuation,

Enchanted in a minor key.

December 20, 2021

Creek’s On Fire

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/fTBoVWFXKifAtxGEA

When I was about fourteen years of age, the creek that ran through the woods behind my house, along Willard Avenue and on through Green Acres, past Westbrook Elementary School, on through the woods past Western Junior High School, under Massachusetts Avenue, to the C&O Canal and into the Potomac River, a distance of about five miles, caught fire, chemical spills.

“…cultivate a taste for the insane, it’s our future, get used to it…”