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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
THE EMERALD LANDCAPE
The hills have turned so green it almost seems the world could melt into an emerald blaze, a conflagration of jewels and diamond-crusted...
WHAT THE RAIN SAYS
The day is as gray as raw silk, and hangs from the sky as if someone were in a hurry to get the curtains hung. The absence of any shadows...
Rainy and Cold Today
Rainy and cold today. About forty degrees, with the gutters mumbling as rain lands against the roof and shatters. The flowers are...
WE'RE ALL WAITING HERE
There's a willow tree rooted in moist ground just above a little pond. Its fronds hang down stippled with buds, like the elaborate...
WINTER IS DYING
I have a modest stash of red wine in the house, and a canister full of my favorite pipe tobacco, Peterson's "Night Cap," a pungent...
SNOW
I looked out my window after brushing my teeth this morning and saw a tree blazing with white blossoms! It was startling, like a gulp of...
THE BLUEST SKY
I was pacing around the house for days, distracted by almost anything I saw -- an ashtray full of pipe tobacco ashes, a bird erasing its...
THE MUSE OF MEMORY
We are all living in this bright diamond we call winter, staring out from facets of its luminous body at the shriveled world of ice and...
THE OLD YEAR IN MY HAND
Well, 2020 will go down as the year with the least clear vision of our time. We are six weeks away from inauguration, and every hour...
THE TESTAMENT OF WINTER
I've been watching the last leaves fall away from the branches around my house. The wind last night was fierce and numbingly cold. It...
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