The evening’s light, silvery, casts its dull brightness onto the trees–trees gelid in this blue light of winter. But whiteness dominates with the pines and evergreens steeped in vibrant grades of silver. I hear notes...

Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.

As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.

Nature is amazing wonder.

Amazing wonder of nature.

And like any dog, like any savage, I lay there enjoying myself, harming no man, selling nothing, competing not at all, thinking no evil, smiled on by the sun, bent over by the trees, and...

On the first day of November last year, sacred to many religious calendars but especially the Celtic, I went for a walk among bare oaks and birch. Nothing much was going on. Scarlet sumac had...

A hothouse flower trained to bloom out of season and in the wrong climate. I do not belong.

Also at times, on the surface of streams,Water?bubbles formAnd grow and burstAnd have no meaning at allExcept that they’re water?bubblesGrowing and bursting.

Touch is a reciprocal action, a gesture of exchange with the world. To make an impression is also to receive one, and the soles of our feet, shaped by the surfaces they press upon, are...

Oh, sweet cherry tree-how lovely your blossoms are.Spring brings joy to life.

People add color to their story because they think it happened in black and white.

When his wounds cut too deep for the blues–when he couldn’t sing himself out of his own sorrow–when he was too wounded to shimmy his fingers over piano keys–he came to the healing waters of...

In the woods is perpetual youth. In the woods we return to faith and reason.

The fire. The odor of burning juniper is the sweetest fragrance on the face of the earth, in my honest judgment; I doubt if all the smoking censers of Dante’s paradise could equal it. One...