Sunday, September 23, 2018

as an equinox falls

O! to celebrate the equinox, days of equilibrium and even-tempered nights.

Bands of small dark birds weave sharp patterns through the sky
moving swiftly, warp of clouds
—north to south—
gone.

It is an overcast sky.
I am stacking wood.
Honks of geese.

first fire / woodstove clicks

Low on the serviceberry, an autumn leaf, bright red rimmed in orange and yellow hidden amid the green. High up on the serviceberry, small white flowers, a second blooming—unusual.

Josie challenges a young buck with antlers big as thumbs. At Josie’s first charge the young buck whirlpools then claims his ground—Josie’s yard!—and lowers his head; Josie?—this turn of events—what can it mean? A strange skirmish ensues between these creatures, one small one large, one hooved one pawed, one wild one tame; each participates in their own way and I, on the porch, begin to feel discomfort, a slight fear for Josie, rising, as Josie in this disparity may be disadvantaged. But it ends with whitetails flying far away through autumn fields and one little dog flying onto the porch to me.

(Earlier that same day) A red squirrel peaked in the window, challenged Josie, who ran out to play, to protect, to chase, to fight, to hunt, to return: victorious.

And yet, still, we await the first frost—anything! anything!—to wipe out this lingering summer plague of mosquitoes.

I finish Moby Dick. The seas of autumn roll in.

josie
Josie in a different milieu.

bayberry candles
Meanwhile … I’ve added two chapters to Wax ., the wax book blog at www.StoriesOfWax.com. In so doing, I learned more about historian Alice Morse Earle. In the 1890s she researched and wrote about the minutiae of everyday life in America as it was for the newly arrived white folks of the English colonies. Earle has been the source for much of my history of bayberry wax. I struggled mightily with the title for that chapter, and I suppose it is still too long. I did delete “or you can call me candleberry” and “or you can call me Lucky Malone” but I didn’t delete “but you can’t call me ‘bayberry’.”

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