Mysteries of a Winter Wind

It's a cloudy, cool-to-cold Satyr's day in TulseyTown and the mailbox is rattling from the windy Northerlies.

Losar Tashi Delek!” Happy new year, wood dragon . . .

Writer's birthdays today:

Playwright and poet Bertolt Brecht was born in 1898 Augsburg, Germany; in 1890 near Moscow, poet and novelist Boris Pasternak was born; and children's author, E. L. Konigsburg, saw the light of her first day in 1930 New York City.

The modern phenomenon of Valentine’s Day gets weirder the closer you look at it.

Five decades of winter mysteries . . .

Winter Grief

When you find yourself alone

in this winter's narrow light

. . . let winter be winter

so that you can let the world alone

to think of spring.

David Whyte, in The Bell and the Blackbird, Many Rivers Press (April 1, 2018)

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