Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Across the Frozen River


                                                                ... across the frozen river

                                  ... coyotes summon the moon

                                                                                        ... under the porch light the dog listens

Painting by Katherine Bowling
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 6, 2014 at 9:23 PM

    I really, really like this, Teresa! I know the feeling so very well!

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    1. Teresa EvangelineNovember 7, 2014 at 7:56 PM

      Thank you, Montucky. I love the sound of those coyotes ... Buddy always perks up ... :)

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  2. TONY @oakroydNovember 14, 2014 at 5:24 PM

    I saw a coyote for the first time in Canada in the Summer. It was on the edge of one of Ontario's endless woodlands.He or she looked kinda down on their luck. But strangely majestic. Gave us a contemptuous look and strolled into the thickets.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineNovember 14, 2014 at 10:16 PM

      They are odd creatures ... always a bit on the mangy side but so oblivious to us humans that I can't help but admire them. They seem to be regulars in my life ...

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  3. UnknownDecember 15, 2014 at 9:27 AM

    I feel the silence in this ..the beauty of a simple, sacred moment.

    I'll never forget sitting by a fire in an isolated part of Oregon and hearing the coyotes howl. It was one of the most beautiful things i heard. And then the silence ..it was almost melancholic ..

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    1. Teresa EvangelineDecember 15, 2014 at 11:23 AM

      My golden, Buddy, and I have experienced this .. these are, indeed, sacred moments.
      What a wonderful memory. They do invite a deep melancholy in experiences and places such as this.

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