i've been preoccupied with other things lately so i haven't kept up with my blog. i tried several times to sit down and type but the words just wouldn't flow from the broca's area of my frontal cortex :) --- aka writer's block, brain fart (sustained one, for sure) lack of inspiration, whatever.
i resurrected an essay i wrote about 12 years ago after standing in the driveway of my home on a crisp october evening and watching the sky over me. it'll have to do for now...
The Gardener Welcomes the Hunter
Night's curtains are slowly drawn against the chill of the October day.
I stand in the driveway, rake in hand, eyes lifted to the Southern heavens.
And there, his arm outstretched, is the Hunter, Orion.
I know then, with certainty, that fall has truly come.
For in October Orion is visible, powerfully poised above the roofline of my neighbor's house.
He has come to quietly stalk the winter moons across my sky.
I will follow his silent progress over time, his diamond belt veiled by the frost of my breath.
He will at times wear a camouflage of thick snow-flakes or a cloak of heavy clouds.
Unnoticed by many below him, he will hunt the moons of winter.
From his starting point high above the glow from the kitchen windows, he will move with stealth.
By December he will have taken up a position over the peak of the garage, weapon ready.
Throughout endless January he will continue on the trail of his quarry, forever silent and patient.
In February he will track above the spires of the pines that form a green winter carpet under his feet.
In March he will seemingly walk the tightrope of wire stretched between the utility poles lining my alley.
His moon hunt will continue, regardless of weather, a function of time and tugging planets.
And in time, April will meet him, carrying Spring in her soft, warm arms.
It is then that Orion will sink from my sight, hidden behind the cityscape silhouette.
But come October I will stand once more, rake in hand and smell of leaf smoke in my hair.
And Orion will return, once again, to resume his silent pursuit of the harvest moon and all those to follow.
And my wish for him, as I hang up my rake, will be for a successful hunt.
1 comment:
Where do you get this stuff?? You really wrote that?? Either I must be really bad at writing or you are an expert at it because I could not have written that in a million years!!! It sure does make me think of a nice fall day though!!! I have been missing your writing--so keep your writers cramp away for a while so you can keep this going for all of us!!!
f.s.i.l.
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