Christmas was here exactly a month ago: December 25, 2012. The cliché, how time flies rushes to my head, and then immediately I am reminded of the lines a school friend shared, quoting herself:
…time flies like a bird
with lightening on its wings
days fly into weeks,
weeks Into months
months into years—
me thinks it’s the semblance
I think it’s the love of poetry when our minds are invaded by words in flight.
At the Willow Glen Reading in December 2012, we once again, had our favorite Christmas routine with Nils Peterson reading for us—his honey golden voice lacing his words as they drizzled over the hush in a room crammed with avid listeners—his words, as always, stunning us into a hypnotic silence. Always memorable—his voice, his reading, his poems.