YulebLog2016#14: the river

Yesterday, a friend sent me a poem that became yesterday's post. If you haven't read it, I recommend you do so now. It says pretty much all I want to say today and is much better written. I am only writing this to clarify my thinking for myself. But you are welcome to join me, …

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Sometimes

  Sometimes the dog will stop me at a place in the woods where the play of sunlight through the lattice of branches married with the lick of the wind, the particular green of the moss on the bough, its angle against the blue of the sky, the high trill and low woof of hidden …