Death, my dark sister
How I’ve longed to lose you
Hide and no seek

A preposterous endeavor
As we are inextricably bound to each other
Like rainbows and daggers
Like motherhood and the persistence of reality

We’ve come to know each other awfully well
In the intervening years
And developed our familiar
If not easy
Relationship

Such a weary dance
Filled with silent murmurs
And earthy wisdom
Suffusing
All things

This as-is universe hangs heavy and damp sometimes
And you, Sister, you sit with us still
Dark-eyed and patient
Eternally judgement-free

I hear you in the hiss of time
I find my ease in your company

I’ve set myself a project, and it is as follows:

Reading Log of Doom
In which Jenny keeps account of progress in her endeavor to read all of the trackless numbers of books that sit, mocking her from their dusty ranks, in the random order in which they populate the cabinets and cubbyholes wherein they reside.

That is to say, I’ve undertaken to actually read every single book in my household, in order. Or, in the currently random order they’ve been in since our move (June). Mind you, I’ve read many of them, but by no means all and I think it’s time to change that. Also, I will reread the ones I’ve already read as I come to them. It seems only fair as some of them have lain forgotten for many a year. If I decide they aren’t worth keeping after all, then yay! Room for more books!

There is a new widget in my sidebar just beneath the “previous thoughts” bit where you can observe my progress. I figure if I make it public, I feel more accountable to you, whoever you are. So that’s that! I hope you find the book list of interest!

A wood, lying dormant under its crisp coverlet of frost.
Brilliant sun slowly rising, throwing long shadows through the rising mist,
Stinging the frost, summoning meandering fingers of vapor.
Under this spectral veil, small things stir.
A fox, rusty fur edged with damp, watches; she waits.
Suddenly a loud crack and snap, a susurration of shifting leaves.
She starts, eyes alert and ears keening; birds fly and scatter.
All the world awakens to the fall of a tree, overburdened with glittering crystals of ice.
The fox dances off, landing lightly on the fallow ground,
Springing this way and that amongst the tall gray stones, leaving no hint of her passage.