January 27th, 2010


On the road to Birka

I am waiting for the PO to open, so I mail a package to Germany, then I start driving to New Hampshire. It has just started raining, in preparation for another ice storm, which I will happily miss, again.


She was always such joyous presence at Lilies, and everywhere else.

I doubt I will have the heart, or time, to finish this sonnet, but the closing couplet writes itself, as it generally does.

But Leyland's Ransom we would gladly pay
To have her whole and back with us at play.