From Carol: FNPH is a tradition I started on my very first blog (yes, I’ve had a lot of blogs) — but hey — TRADITION!
But before the poeming commences, a time/space/activity update: We’re still in the same sweet Little Cabin in the Big Woods, sorting out our internal and external stuff. Car fixing is mostly done, we’re going to sell/give away more external “stuff” before we leave, and the cat is still in Cat Heaven (body count for yesterday — one jumping mouse, one shrew, and a little tiny weasel — yes, really).
And now, the Friday Night Poem:
This Wood is full of creatures
that I do not see.
This grass, ruffled by the passage
of a million beings.
The Thrushes sing the evening away
into some distance I cannot measure,
and the light becomes blue,
flecked with black.
I keep thinking
if I sit still enough
I’ll know something
C. Steinel, 6/14/12