Jimmy  Cloud arrives to place the plow poles up our driveway.

Aidan’s rock skips across the pond without a sinker.
Lloyd stops to marvel at the pattern of frost on the stalks of summer flowers.
The sky is grey.
My husband’s beard is thick.
Winter is on it’s way…

Kelly Salasin, November 2007

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