Ok, Again, I crave the whole illustrated book of poems but will have to settle for downloading and hope my color printer ink holds up.

These photos and this poetry capture both my somber November mood and my bottomless admiration. AND here in Suburban St. Louis, we have yeet to reach our endless days of ‘repetitive gestures’ We do have the bright Winter grace notes of Male Cardinals, which seem to hang around. Probably due to suburban birders with bottomless feeders.