Sunday, November 30, 2025, 23.8*, 82% RH, 0742
Gray replaces the orange of dawn. Dee dee dee: Chickadee celebrates November’s last day. Rooster crows. Frost. Snow remains some places. Ice surrounds open water. Ears cold, the three finally ready come inside.
It is not the bleak mid-winter of the song, snow has not fallen snow on snow on snow, earth is not hard as iron. Wood cut to length from
slash stacked beside moss-covered boulder. Whose hearth will it warm?
Bridgton, winter past, boys shoveling snow, smoothing pond surface, ice skates escaped from paper and ribbon.
Photo: LJ Austin
