November 2012
July 26, 2007
Hemlocks
The poetry of hemlocks is deep and green,
Secret as hiding places seldom seen.
The music of hemlocks, like sound of the thrush,
Is sudden and cool in the evening hush.
Cathedrals of hemlocks invite the weary;
the quiet aisles are sanctuary.
Email this pageJuly 19, 2007
Our bodies are worthy of white silk, dark chocolate, worthy of belly laughs, worthy of the long slow dance.
July 12, 2007
I decided to start anew... to accept as true my own thinking. This was one of the best times of my life.
July 5, 2007
The summer looks out from her brazen tower
Through the flashing bars of July.
June 28, 2007
Hey, Mister Tambourine Man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to.
August 30, 2007
If all the cars in the United States were placed end to end, it would probably be Labor Day weekend.
August 23, 2007
Plans to protect air and water, wilderness and wildlife are in fact plans to protect man.
August 15, 2007
If you are planning for a year, sow rice.
If you are planning for a decade, plant trees.
If you are planning for a lifetime, educate a person.
August 9, 2007
Use the talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
August 2, 2007
You don't really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave to his parents every time around--and why his parents will always wave back.
