If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away---Henry David Thoreau
Monday, January 12, 2009
God in All Directions: a poem by Leo Hartshorn
the muted greens of the winter forest enfold me dew glimmers on the earth's floor my breath fogs the icebox air bare trees point bony fingers to God in all directions in silence I taste the wonder of winter like an icicle
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