H.D: Sheltered Garden
Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest
August 11, 2023 · 4 Comments
H.D: Evening
The light passes from ridge to ridge, from flower to flower— the hepaticas, wide-spread under the light grow faint— the petals reach inward, the blue tips bend toward the bluer … Continue reading
June 29, 2018 · Leave a comment
