I thought it was the neighbor’s cat back
to clean the clock of the fledgling robins low
in their nest stuck in the dense hedge by the house
but what came was much stranger, a liquidity
moving all muscle and bristle. A groundhog
slippery and waddle thieving my tomatoes still
green in the morning’s shade. I watched her
munch and stand on her haunches taking such
pleasure in the watery bites. Why am I not allowed
delight? A stranger writes to request my thoughts
on suffering. Barbed wire pulled out of the mouth,
as if demanding that I kneel to the trap of coiled
spikes used in warfare and fencing. Instead,
I watch the groundhog closer and a sound escapes
me, a small spasm of joy I did not imagine
when I woke. She is a funny creature and earnest,
and she is doing what she can to survive.
September 10, 2020 | Filed Under Things I Think About | Comments Off on Weather Report of the Second Day of Fimbulvetr
Welcome to the second day of Fimbulvetr. Today’s weather report is from Nat King Cole, providing a lighter take on the eerie empyrean event which continues today.
September 9, 2020 | Filed Under Things I Think About | Comments Off on The First Day of Fimbulvetr?
The still photo shows the skies above my house this morning. The sun is shining in other parts of the world, so Fenris has not yet eaten the sun, but today feels like a warm day in Fimbulvetr.
[Image description: Trees outlined in silhouette against a dark orange sky.]
