March 11, 2024 Snow ghosts walk east like pilgrims, phantoms whirl in fury, rise cloudy into the frozen wind, sentient, smoke over the snow like Tash through the Narnia woods. the wind roars up the ridge, a furious ghost highway. winter returned pretending it had never abated. melting, dripping, the snow lay old and done in heavy drifts and piles. rain fell to dispel as much of winter as it could, knowing spring was not come, laying plans. ***** This house is a ship in a sea of snow. The snow laps at the porch, snow fathoms deep, or only two feet, yet it keeps us from going to the ridge, or up the hill into the woods. The windows are portholes with the snow splashing like ocean waves. Wind ripples the snow into waves, blue as water. ***** Yesterday, Rocky got me up at 5, Today it was 4! Yesterday, I thought he was going to be sick, but today I suspect mating season. Most of the winter he has kept off the fields because the snow is so deep, but now he can walk on the st...