Wednesday, November 6, 2013


soleil wrote this note on the way to school without me knowing and asked me to deliver it to phyllis, our old neighbor.  i did.  she's coming to dinner on sunday...

the wood brothers - the muse


How to say this?  They lived in an atmosphere
That I could sense across the lawn and driveway
As if goodness and happiness clarified the air
With invisible drops of glitter, a drizzle of stars,
A cast of light.  Like knowing spring early,
Even before buds know it, or the unfurled leaves.
phyllis hoge, november 2013

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