light is necessary

and causes a stir deep in my heart

this time of year
can you smell the beeswax?

light comes from within

thin ice

framing rocks and twigs

and makes riverscape on frozen rivulet

light on my old barn

burns it brightly

until it may, perhaps

catch fire and fly away.

as usual i'm looking for light,

and junko oki has made a new book

a real catalog of work

bound with an industrial sewing

encased in a slipcase

her stitches
(so many stitches)

i love how her needle dances

and sings

and tells stories, jokes,

her book is here

and is worth the bother to find.

and another book

by jean is a new shimacho

a sample book

and i am deeply honored that

the pages are my handmade paper

there was yet more light,

from my realtor

homemade wine.

the house is still waiting for a buyer.

my back is doing much better, thank you for the advice and good wishes.
though school stumbles along, limping and dancing, mostly limping

as we wind down toward solstice

and little tiny light.