“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.”
“Winter is the time for comfort, For good food and warmth, For the touch of a friendly hand And for a talk beside the fire:
August brings into sharp focus And a furious boil Everything I’ve been listening to In the late spring and summer. Henry Rollins Gallery/Slideshow: Peace and
“If you aren’t in over your head, How do you know how tall you are?” T.S. Eliot Time to climb the Hiline. Up here
Don’t tell me the moon is shining; Show me the glint of light On broken glass. Anton Chekhov Up Mingus Mountain to Jerome . Stopped
“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, Leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.” Edward Abbey