Hoarfrost Stories

A topical tanka depicting the beauty of a northern winter.

With the first signs of the cold days upon them, Hoarfrost and his band of loners have been forced to abbandon their home and search for a new one. With his mate heavy with kits and his band hungry, things look dim until Hoarfrost finds himself dreaming of starry cats.

January 10   Hoarfrost     On balmy evenings dew forms in my life and moistens my extremities.  This friendly act requires the maintenance of temperature.  If I become suddenly cool the landscape changes and the once welcoming vapor is now a show of crystalline rigidity.  Cold to the morning light I am brittle and snap at even a tentative touch.  For want of passion I have replaced it with definition and structure I can not absorb.  I am outlined clearly but no longer myself.  I am frozen, formally changed within and without.  Warmth is necessary, but how to start my own fire?  Learn, I must and quickly lest frostbite set in.   Wear your mantle don’t leave it to the fireplace   Vlog: http://youtu.be/drAZwaQK31A   You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault http://www.amazon.com/More-Sober-The-Way-Sane/dp/144141231X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1374072329&sr=8-3&keywords=sober+on+the+way+to+sane http://www.amazon.com/Lines-My-Life-Sherrie-Theriault/dp/1448652820/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1374072576&sr=1-1&keywords=Lines+from+my+life%2C+Sherrie+theriault