Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
The sun came up this morning
Like a madwoman’s red eye
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
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. I thought I wanted to become a philosopher when I went to college. I signed up for an introductory course and found myself sitting in a large hall with … Continue reading
I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.
“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.” Basho . It is not a steely-eyed egret nor heft of pelican but just a singing bird that … Continue reading
The abiding bond between people and trees is celebrated in this cinematic ode produced by the Spanish filmmaking company Kauri. The Big Banyan Tree is considered to be one of … Continue reading