Last Harvest

trolls

Yesterday we went for a walk in the woods and found this troll house.




















And this troll

Maiden Spinster

I believe there were days when
you could not bear to spin.
trapped on your low stool.
It became a task too cruel
while outside sunlight burned,
banners snapped crisp,
and hoof beats fell like laughter.
But in winter when dark wrapped
close and wind racked rock
you were glad of colored fire
and crimped wool with lanolin
that could not work if cold.

Autumn Gold

I don't have many pictures of Autumn, aka Fuzzy. But
Here is a poem (not a great one)I wrote about him. I don't know when.
He vanished just after Katrina devastated New Orleans and I was still frantic for Jane who was trapped in her house with a phone line that friends and family could call in on, but she couldn't call out. Bad days, those were.

Scent Lessons

lavender boiling
ripped grocery bag yielding faint blue of hydrocarbon
fruit spilling orange, yellow, bruised, cheap
You, blonde, big Norwegian
once human
now lie on the flooring of old oak and poly (whatever that is)
watching with those greengold circles
me cleaning
your litter
stale male urine wafting, marking
your place
to you an alphabet of knowledge
the a b c's of cat

Bird

Kamath has this toy - we call it bird - that he drags around Everywhere. He even knows it's name and will go get Bird if you tell him to. Some nights we have to sleep with it on the bed and often it is stretched out in the hall when we wake up. Last night he decided to sleep in this chair and drug Bird in with him so he could sleep on top of it.

Kamath

fairy circle

what popped up in our garden this fall
i wanted to go out at midnight and see if any wee people were dancing there, but never made it