Out of the cold or into it,
it is a precious thing to hold.
And so we must live with hunger for a while —
a fasting season.
Was it nature or nurture went awry?
I need sweet so sing something sweet.
If you can, so can I.
And I can, so can you.
My fire was down to embers,
but I still have the breath to make it roar.
chickadees. cold. sunny and crisp. lots of geese. mallards. two kingfishers. chasing and chattering. black ducks.
fieldnotes was written at the Marsh beginning Sept. 26, 2016 and ending near the same time in the following year, collected in memo books over the course of many rambling walks.
Beginning on Sept. 26, 2019, three years after the writing, fieldnotes will be published in its entirety, with posts appearing as the corresponding write-dates occur.
(at least to the best of my ability)