I curve my arms over the valley,I hold this earth in my mind’s crook:river's depth and rising hills,houses and barns, woodlots, fields,fences criss-crossed, brook and road. Daily I read the changes of light:now blue as the butterfly’s wing,or [...]
I curve my arms over the valley,I hold this earth in my mind’s crook:river's depth and rising hills,houses and barns, woodlots, fields,fences criss-crossed, brook and road. Daily I read the changes of light:now blue as the butterfly’s wing,or [...]