December 31, night closes in
By Marge Piercy It’s too cold to pause outside. I worry for the birds. We’re the last feeder for them in half a mile. One woman died; one neighbor sold to summer people for more money than I can imagine; the other is getting ready to sell. It’s spooky now in winter at the end of a winding road. When I moved here we all were year round, nobody was rich. Most people fed birds. At night the dark is thick. Eyes burn green in our headlights. There’s just coywolves, friendly foxes, grey and red squirrels, our dependent birds and us, four indoor cats and the moon’s skull staring over the pines. In the distance the ocean roars.
Marge Piercy’s new book, ON THE WAY OUT, TURN OFF THE LIGHT will be published by Knopf next September.