This is the Season of Darkness

And this is the season of darkness. But I’ve no intention of letting it devour me. It will make an excellent frame for the light. I will spend the entirety of winter dreaming of spring. And planning for it. And I will enjoy it. I may enjoy it so much that I’ll ask for one more snow and one more snow and one more snow. But the maple sap will run and then so will I. Trying to catch and to keep nature’s first bud. Before she adorns the earth in stampeding glamour. Yes who among us hasn’t been trampled by July weeds and watched them devour and flower? But today it was night who came creeping in enshrouding all. And I made my normal pit stop at the gas station in Rock Hall. Pistachios and seltzer water and pushing back through jingling glass doors two men in pick-up tucks conversed framed in the strangeness of artificial overhead light. I reversed and the liquor store sign ahead glowed. A feeling of fantasy and I turned left onto MD-20 and headed north. Home to wild little girls PAPA! PAPA! And we feasted on roasted duck glazed in honey. My babies gnawed at the bones. And rising from the darkness the maple trees were colored in fire as sunlight catapulted across skeleton fields of harvested corn. And I slipped on warm clothes and ran to my shed sopping in inspiration. What is the pigment of the autumn leaf if it is not the tree’s insatiable urge to express itself? No I have no ego. Like the tree I have an insatiable urge to swallow the sun and the moon and give back to them my deepest hue. Ahhh darkness darkness darkness my friend my foe! For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil. (KJV GENESIS 3:5)