Wednesday, December 9, 2015

unseasonably warm

it's early december
but my morning walk
brought thoughts of may

the chorus of birdsong
and the warm moist air
caused me pause
inhale the moment

twas there
in the quiet of the cornfield
that grace o'er shadowed

"Nature is man's teacher.  She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumines his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence."
                                        ~Alfred Billings Street

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