rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Sog

I didn't get snowbound, but I did get wet. There was mist until I went out to shop, and then rain began, and spray flew from the tires of cars as they sped along the dark road. The market lights glittered in puddles and rippling sheets that flowed across the asphalt. Car to door and door to car four times, my hoodie raised and water soaking my shoes while wind-driven pins of ice water stabbed my face. It was all quite splendid. I'm sure I'll be nostalgic about it come spring.

Of course the rain slackened once I'd gotten home and had put the groceries away. The air is less chilly than it was yesterday, and is nice to sniff, smelling of wet pine and grass and a little bit of leaf mold. I'll soon enough lose my delight in it, though, as the rain is apt to continue all week and into next week and, probably, into the week after that. There could be snow yet as well, but I'm not going to think about that. I'm going to think about how March might bring a warm day or two, and fresh flowers and buzzing insects. It's less than a week until the solstice, and then the days will start getting longer. The growing light will make winter less formidable. I might even decide to enjoy a bit of it before it ends.




Sunday Verse



Hive


by Nick Flynn


What would you do inside me?
You would be utterly

lost, labyrinthine

comb, each corridor identical, a
funhouse, there, a bridge, worker

knit to worker, a span
you can't cross. On the other side

the queen, a fortune of honey.

Once we filled an entire house with it,
built the comb between floorboard

and joist, slowly at first, the constant

buzz kept the owners awake, then
louder, until honey began to seep

from the walls, swell
the doorframes. Our gift.

They had to burn the house down
to rid us.

Subscribe

  • 52/137: One (not so fine) Day

    Somehow I managed to cook an actual dinner Saturday, and today I managed to wash the dishes. I was thinking I might need the dishes to fix another…

  • 52/132 Through 136: Out of Touch

    Damn, weeks are going by like hours and hours like weeks. The clearest memory since the last time I posted is waking up from an afternoon nap (I…

  • 52/131: Swelter

    I'm quite sure the Idernet is lying about how sweltery it is around here today. It is saying it is 88 degrees outside, but I believe it to be closer…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments