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In the moonlight a worm silently drills through a chestnut ~ Matsu Basho

There’s a possum who appears here at odd times, often walking up the path to the house in the middle of the day like a little ghost with a long tail and a blank expression on his face. He likes to slip behind the woodpile, but sometimes he gets so close to the window where I am standing with a glass in my hand that I start to review my sins, systematically going from one commandment to the next. What is it about him that causes me to begin an examination of conscience, calling to mind my failings in this time of reflection? It could just be the twitching of the tail and that white face, but his slow priestly pace also makes a contribution, as do the tiny paws, more like hands, really, with opposable thumbs able to carry a nut or dig a hole in the earth or lift a chalice above his head or even deliver a document, I am thinking as he nears the back door, not merely a subpoena but an order of excommunication with my name and a date written in fine Italian ink and signed with a flourish of the papal sash. ~ Billy Collins

The storm wind covers the sky Whirling the fleecy snow drifts, Now it howls like a wolf, Now it is crying, like a lost child, Now rustling the decayed thatch On our tumbledown roof, Now, like a delayed traveller, Knocking on our window pane. Excerpt ~ "Winter Evening" ~ Pushkin

Excerpt from "Europe ~ A History" Author Norman Davis

Johann Gottfried Herder 1772 www.marxists.org/archive/herder/1772/origins-language.htm

It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation. It could, you know. That's why we wake and look out -- no guarantees in this life. But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening. "Yes" - William Stafford