Notice the coat. What is missing? Here is a cropped earlier photograph:
We go for a lovely walk in Rockcreek Park in Maryland. It is very cold and the creek is half frozen. My son goes down to the creek and throws rocks on the ice.
The ice makes wonderful sounds and the rocks mostly do not go through the ice. It is in beautiful patterns.
We get cold and are ready to head back. My son realizes that he has lost the button. We spend some time looking for a brown button in brown leaves. No button. We are colder.
When I look at the photographs later, they confirm that the button was lost on that walk!
The next day my ex-husband’s father’s second spouse comes to brunch. She is the last of the six grandparents. We have a lovely brunch. She is a potter and a landscape architect and is helping my son and daughter in law with their garden and yard. After brunch we walk back to the creek, keeping our eyes peeled for the button. She has a button collection but not that button. He might find one on the internet. Or he could contact Pendleton, since it is a Pendleton coat. Very handsome.
At the creek we search in the leaves and along the water, all of us. No button. I cross the little bridge, seeing a lump on the ice the right size and color. I clamber down the bank. “No,” I say, “Oh! Yes! Found it!” The brown button is sitting on the ice. It must have shot across the ice when he bent down to pick up a rock! “Hooray!” we all say. A small miracle for the season. Happy winter holidays and prayers for those lost.
That moment after the tree is taken down not from greed but because the trunk has split dangerous operation; all survive Even the tree. A split 20 foot trunk may survive. We won’t know until spring. You are hunting in the sections that are down. “Yes!” you say and hold them up. “Invaders. They’re not native. I shoot them when they steal the birdseed. They crawl into the trunk to die.” You hold a shriveled carcass up with each leather glove. They too look like leather or shrunken heads. Your smile lit up at this evidence of your successful aim: killing squirrels.
I think this is my first ekphrastic poem. Inspiring photograph, right? So that makes me laugh, it’s so gruesome. I was looking for a photograph for the Flower of the Day and came across this. Taken in January 2022.
Refugees welcome - Flüchtlinge willkommen I am teaching German to refugees. Ich unterrichte geflüchtete Menschen in der deutschen Sprache. I am writing this blog in English and German because my friends speak English and German. Ich schreibe auf Deutsch und Englisch, weil meine Freunde Deutsch und Englisch sprechen.
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