今日Dear Hachi,さんは3歳になりました!
(Tumbler sent me a reminder that it’s our 3rd birthday^^)
King rat- ruler of the jungle! A painting from my narrative project.
Danae, what does this remind you of? I’m recalling certain drawings of a certain Amazonian stomach…
GREENIKINS!!!! <3
Winter Poems, I.
November, by Mary Oliver
The snow
began slowly,
a soft and easy
sprinkling
of flakes, and then clouds of flakes
in the baskets of the wind
and the branches
of the trees-
oh, so pretty.
We walked
through the growing stillness,
as the flakes
prickled the path,
then covered it,
then deepened
as in curds and drifts,
as the wind grew stronger,
shaping its work
less delicately,
taking greater steps
over the hills
and through the trees
until, finally,
we were cold,
and far from home.
We turned
and followed our long shadows back
to the house,
stamped our feet,
went inside, and shut the door.
Through the window
we could see
how far away it was to the gates of April.
Let the fire now
put on its red hat
and sing to us.
