Cuppow!

yay, finally bought some cuppows! off to buy my wide-mouthed Mason jars now... oh, fads.

Winter Poem

a little winter poem i wrote in Whistler, BC as the cold was setting in.

The Larch

bared wintry against my window

The Lark

soft burst of downy darkness

The Last

bittered leaf curls to the pavement

The Larkspur

breathes close to the earth, trying to warm.

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