Winter Solstice
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. – Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Icy Sunlit Spray
It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in… Continue reading
Sunset Herd
Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungallèd play. For some must watch while some must sleep. So runs the world away. – William Shakespeare
Bruised Sky
I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood.… Continue reading
The Secret Sits
We dance round in a ring and suppose but the secret sits in the middle and knows. – Robert Frost