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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