The Three D's

While walking in the rain and reflecting on the past year it occurred to me that three women who have stopped commenting and posting here all have handles that begin with "d" - deborah, Darcy and DBQ. I hope the new year finds them well and happy and if any of you read this shout out, all I can say is "Hey!" Oh, and stop by and write something.

This is our first non-overcast sunrise of 2019. It's about danged ol' time.

Rossini, of course.

Manhattan Lullaby

On City Streets is an anthology of poetry. It was taught to me in high school in the mid-seventies. My sister and I liked it very much, and we read it together frequently. Here is a poem that I think especially captures the cozy feel the city can elicit. Incidentally, I thought of this poem when DBQ's and Freeman's new grand-son and son were born.

Manhattan Lullaby

(for Richard, one day old)

Now lighted windows climb the dark,
The streets are dim with snow,
Like tireless beetles, amber-eyed,
The creeping taxis go.
Cars roar through the caverns made of steel,
Shrill sounds the siren horn,
And people dance and die and wed-
And boys like you are born.

-Rachel Field