PAUL CHRISTENSEN
A DUST OF SNOW FROM A HEMLOCK TREE
Snow fell here in central Vermont while we were having a family reunion over Thanksgiving in Connecticut. We returned north that Saturday...
The Leaden Hat of Fall
The cold lingers here day after day, a metaphor of old age or illness. Your limbs are heavy, the shoes go on your feet reluctantly. The...
APOCALYPSE SOON
Big freeze last night; dark skies covered us and then the temperature fell into the 20s. I know some field mice gave up on the outside...
BACK HOME AGAIN
It will rain all day today here in Halloween-colored Vermont. The maples will lose many of their remaining leaves and look off with stoic...
WHAT ISOLATION TEACHES US
The magpies have all packed up and left with the last straggling tourists. I don't hear their falsetto cries anymore, and I miss them. I...
A CUP OF LIGHT
Such sudden cool weather has me rushing to the car to get some free heat from the sun. The house is cold, the stones are numb with last...
WHERE SUMMER ENDS
My village lies there in all its stony composure under the first thunderstorm of fall. It meant cold weather was coming, creeping in like...
MESSAGES FROM THE INVISIBLE
It's chilly now. A big rain fell morosely out of the wrinkles of darkness. The streets sobbed with relief, and the footsteps so often...
A VELVET GLOOM BEFORE IT RAINS
The sky is overcast this mid-day. It reminds me of the times when my father came into my bedroom and tossed the covers off, saying...
THE CHANGING AIR OF NIGHT
Cool nights. Great for sleeping. Lovely to roll around and push one's foot down into the autumnal depths of the sheet and lie there,...
