“Snow was falling, So much like stars Filling the dark trees That one could easily imagine Its reason for being Was nothing more Than prettiness.”

"I tramp the perpetual journey." Walt Whitman
“Snow was falling, So much like stars Filling the dark trees That one could easily imagine Its reason for being Was nothing more Than prettiness.”
When I Am Among the Trees “When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and
“You do not Have to be good. You do not have To walk on your knees For a hundred miles Through the desert, repenting. You