Trudy J. Morgan-Cole's Blog, page 42

Snow-rise

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Blazing morning sun

Filtered through the naked tree

Veiled by falling snow.

Golden Boy

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My golden boy

sings “Golden Boy”

to his golden-eyed, silken black boy

and i kind of wish i’d put my phone on video instead of photo

so you could hear it too

but it strikes me that

(much like the Mountain Goats’ song “Golden Boy”)

this singular moment in time

with my son

and his guitar

and his cat

is something to be enjoyed in its moment

rather than trying to preserve it forever.

Gal

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I started this 2020 project on my blog to see if I could post a photo from every day that was either beautiful or interesting, and write something really short about it. Today was a busy day and I didn’t think there was anything either particularly beautiful or interesting to snap a picture of. Then I remembered I have something in my house that is always both beautiful and interesting. So some days, it might just be a dog pic.

Fragments

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Archeologists can

unearth fragments

shattered pieces of a 17th century jug

and somehow they know

(well, not “somehow” — they spend years studying this stuff)

what it would look like if it were assembled

and, more impressively

they can tell you it’s a Raeren stoneware jug

made in what is today Belgium

between 1580 and 1620.

Nobody can tell you

what it felt like to fill that jug

to carry its solid weight across a firelit room

to pour the ale you brew in your brew-house

from the lip of your Raeren stoneware jug

to put your feet up at the end of a long day

and drink.

Very Short Poem

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Out with friends

My name is Trudy

I like to play

The Great Dalmuti.

(Seriously, it’s a very good card game).

Moonlit Morning

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It’s the thing everyone hates about winter. Getting up in the dark, going to work in the dark. And enough to freeze the face off ya this morning too, walking the dog in minus thirteen with a hard northeast wind making it feel like minus twenty-five. All that and it’s dark too, not to mention icy underfoot. But there’s this big gold moon, just half an hour before sunrise, a yellow disk of moon that my iPhone camera can’t do justice to, not with the dog pulling on the leash in the freezing wind with the ice under my boots. But still. I take the picture, because this one thing, this is beautiful.

Almost Ready

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New semester

New students

You’d think that 33 years after my first year teaching

it would have gotten old or boring, or at least less nervous, less fraught with possibility

but, not really.

It all starts tomorrow

Again.

Crumbs

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And she said

Lord, even the dogs may have the crumbs

that fall from the master’s table

or that fall from the counter when the master is making a sandwich

or just any crumbs at all really

crumbs are very very good.

Winterberries

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Dogberries buried under snow

are every bit as vivid red

as they are against the golden leaves of autumn.

Everything looks different

against a new background.

Everything I Like About Winter, In One Photo

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Snow day.

Snowshoes.

Snow dog.

That’s it.