Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Oh, Winter

Dreary day.  It already seems a long week.  Maybe it is the coming equinox that has me by the throat.  Tomorrow, it is spring.  And a full moon.  There will be blood letting and a throwing of the bones.  Ili will do a moon circle dance and come home strange.  And I?  Oh, I will do the same old thing, of course.  But it feels like the end of something.  Winter doesn't want to let go.

I am out of sorts.  I want to say that in Yiddish, but I can't remember the word. 

Oh, winter. 

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