How early in the year it begins to be late! It matters not by how little we have fallen behind: it seems irretrievably late. The year is full of warnings of its shortness, as is life.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
Excerpt
Tag Archives: forest
Ghosts
as the sun goes down,
ghosts gather
Daybreak
there is always sunlight ahead–
even through the thickest, darkest forest,
the morning will break through the night
Who I am
with them,
i remember who i am
Haunted
sometimes in the middle of the day,
your words haunt me
and i am suddenly paralyzed by grief
Crying Trees
i watched the leaves fall gently from the trees
and for just a single moment, i thought the trees were crying
Forest Faerie
If I were a sweet little faerie
I’d live close to the forest leaves.
I’d lasso a lovely monarch
and fly free on the afternoon breeze.
