in a fit of tidyingupness on a cold february day, i knocked down several paper wasps’ nests. this palm sized one rolled out onto a snowdrift, and so I followed it as it transitioned to humus every few days for a week or so. on the verge of march it began to become mud. I love this.
transitions: yesterday in the 40’s and big snow melt. today, serious snowfall, wind, and temps approaching zero by tonight. march.
someone
someone
east of my house
little river
melting lace
a weaver was here
a weaver is here… hanji shifu with sarah’s indigo milkweed thread
today i’m the joke, i thought maybe the snow and cold was done, and was a little sad, and now it’s cold and snowing. it’s march, of course, and why not snow and blow and shake ‘em up? and why not weave paper thoughts while other things come and go, nests and leaves and the changes i love, even now, this moment, the snow stops. until it begins once more. yep it did.
and me, i’ll be looking for bones to show up again. it’s time.
the bones, you wonder? the bones of the land that is, in this vast northern place.