at forest’s edge
so many cypress knees—
plunk of ice breaking
Do they breathe for the cypress trees? Help them stand in the (usually) swampy ground? Are they new little shoots? Apparently not the latter.
But how cool they are (no pun intended) there at the edge of the lake, like a convention of little wooden beings, sprouting out of winter's earth.
Feeling flummoxed tonight. The news announced a stupendously big solar storm, one that has spurned a really colorful and dramatic aurora further north. And though they said we could expect really good Northern Lights as far south as Michigan, being a dang optomist, I think, why not Indiana? But the sky's socked in by clouds, so little chance. I'lll try again after the State of the Union and hope for--if not a flaming aurora at least the brilliant January planets alongside steadfast Orion wielding his sword.
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