Posted by: owlgorge | January 2, 2010

New Year’s Day at Lake Treman

Snowy Lake Treman

hardly a lake anymore

Buttermilk Creek winds

through the tawny cattail blades

beavers hide snug in their lodge

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  1. i can smell the cold and the snow
    i can feel the silence
    i can feel the ancient memories and winter sadness blow through me as present as can be
    and i can feel the brilliant amazement and joy of witnessing that clean cold scene, and THAT is the emotion that sticks
    this describes life in Ithaca.

    • Thank you Sara in Florida who lived through these Ithaca winters. Happy New Year!


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