Most every work day for more than 11 years, Dena wrote a love note, poem or other thought, on a napkin - and tucked it in Marshal's lunch - a ritual of the heart. At the beginning of 2009, Marshal started typing them up. It became our practice to share the Daily Napkin with you, OUR ritual of the heart. Then, in October 2015, Marshal retired, so the whole dynamic changed. Dena took several months to re-evaluate and decide what she was going to do. Since she is also simplifying, she is in the process of incorporating all 8 (including this one) websites into one. With that in mind, the poetry of the napkin is now joined with her art and/or photography images. May you enjoy them. May they feed your spirit.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Frozen Mud

Frosty leaves on frozen mud
crackle and creak under foot

As sharp breezes cut
through nooks and crannies
I didn't know my coat had

Briskly chafed cheeks
summon colors not unlike the leaves

Birds, hardy like crows
poke at the crisp blue sky
through mists and steel gray

With beak and wing and caws
almost muffled by the chill

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