Just a short distance and I am amongst the trees, I perceive the shadow of Thoreau and John Muir, as I enter the realm of Gawain and the Green Man, While the leaves from winters passed announce my arrival, amidst the lower brush and decaying branches.
“In the bleak mid-winter, Frosty winds made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter, Long ago.” -Christina Rossetti
The untold want by life and land ne’er granted. Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find. –Walt Whitman- Untold Want […]
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived,” -Henry David Thoreau A beautiful Sunday morning; a chill is in […]
An Unexpected Muse… 