slinking from the poem about a lonesome one’s journey
springing from the book about their predatory value to the whole.
She tells me it is no accident
their coming to me,
and I long to greet them again
in night school.
Did you know?
moss likes to be tickled as you walk by
chickadees will follow you if you ask them to
there is nothing so exciting as the far off sound of ocean from a protected spot in the woods
Did you know?
tree roots are decorations for the earth's floor
and fallen trees become...
(From a Recent Guest Sermon at Local Union Church)
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Speak to me of winter, and I will treasure the tapestry you weave.
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