Wednesday, November 16, 2011  Draft Process: Inside, the Ice
Assembles  60º ~ the rain continued into the early hours of this
morning ~ as far as I understand it, this is going to be one of
those days where the temperature falls throughout the day ~ lows
tonight in the mid 30s ~ the wind continues to stir the trees
No, the calendar has not leaped ahead to Friday, constant
Reader.  I am simply off schedule as noted at the end of last
week.  This morning as I woke up, my sickly speaker came to the
forefront of my mind and stayed there.  After I read the blogs,
I glanced down and saw the copy of Mary Oliver's American
Primitive, still open on the desk from yesterday's post.  I read
another of my favorite poems from the book, "Ghosts," which is
about the near extinction of the American bison during the 19th
century and the cost of that excessive hunt.  I was not planning
on writing a poem today, I confess.  I put the book down and
wondered how different a poem I might write if I gathered words
from Oliver instea