It snowed during the night. I had anywhere, from two to four inches of snow lining the driveway.
On my walk to the mailbox, Uriah took off under a tree. The stinging winds irritated him! I kept walking.
Forty feet before the road, I spotted some tracks stretching out from the fence to the south, then across the driveway. I stopped took my hat off, and shook my head. Nope! Not in the mood to trail after a suicidal chicken. Still, I knelt down near the tracks and noticed these were a lot smaller, and the prints weren’t as clear as the ones on Tuesday.
This bird stopped under the Blue Spruce, I could see how it had scratched around in the snow, and then took off towards the pond.
I had to follow. Obsession or stupidity!Either one didn’t matter… I had to follow.
The bird, instead of staying near the road, had weaved around the dried grass and snow, and moved towards the center of the yard. Within a hundred feet or so it reached the pond. Then turned in a wide circle and met up with its own tracks and doubled back.
I followed its tracks back to the fence, and saw that they ended under a Cedar tree.
This had to be a pheasant! She would be able to blend in under those evergreens easily. Unless Uriah flushed her out, I won’t find her. I was just glad I hadn’t found her dead in the road.
I went and got my mail.
The road was a mist of white, from the drifting snow. I waved at the state police, as he slowly drove past.
My right hand was freezing; I had lost my glove somewhere. I hope it was nearer the house and not in the pond.
Uriah, had been waiting and stepped out of the trees and followed me to the house.
Tonight is a full moon, the second in a month, a Blue moon. At least it is for me. In the southern hemisphere it is called a ‘Short Night Moon.’ Other parts of the world will be able to see a lunar eclipse
A few nights ago, even with cloud cover, the sky glowed. I had walked though the darken house and looked out the window. The clouds felt like a blanket overhead, their edges, where the clouds thinned out, glowed.
Last night, while it snowed, the moon shined brightly through the seamless clouds It was as if, someone was holding a piece of cloth in front of the moon. And still, its light could not be denied!
Tonight the year will change. Remember the moonlight and follow your dreams.
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I walk in your mist of lightOnce when I was small The moon was more than light It brought on evil thoughts Insanity and rage Monsters under the bed As I grew it became a romantic icon Wanton ideas and lust A time to laugh and dance and sing A time to howl, without worries Anticipation of tomorrows Then when my children slept It lit the path outside my door Illuminating the end of a long day, I could sit and gaze, relaxed For all was quiet Once in a blue moon, a phrase That allowed me to reach beyond A light of yellow-white, or reddish-orange Was it ever blue? My muse My moon You sway above me as the world turns The days change into years You hover above with promise As I stare up at your face I hear your whisper For years to come… Bring us luck, love and happiness For a moon, blue or not, You are my welcome friend And, I dream in your light ** *
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