Susan Carol Hauser

Peeping the Land: A Survey

In Peeping the Land on August 30, 2014 at 3:22 pm

Peeping the Lane: A Survey
August 30, 2014

From my window, I watch the bog. No human foot treads upon it, not in spring, not in summer, not in this incipient autumn when the grasses and reeds separate from each other by way of color, chartreuse where the winter water course runs, dark forest where the creek enters the bay, pistachio where the grasses mix with each other in disarray. The madness of it drives me to hyperbole: Forsooth! I want to say—the chaos of fall is upon us! Run! Run! Run! Run to the city, to the town, into the house, at least. Cold, wind, snow are galloping toward us and not even in winter does the human foot tread upon the bog.



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