Wolf-Month

Wolf-Month

The first month of the year, called Wolf-Month, by the Anglo-Saxons, doesn't bow out quietly. Snow, rain, ice, and subzero temperatures arrive to New England. The Wolf-Moon donned yesterday's evening sky, and cast long, dark shadows across the white crusty snow, once the clouds blew away. Many viewed a lunar eclipse, across the land. Weeks [...]

The Young Day

Winter arrived. A speck on the ground. Snow Strong. Rain falling down. The sky is warm. Gray cold clouds, at bay! Bare bone trees, The morning's hue, Like a small boat, Tow in the young day. TiffanyCreek