tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23008725.post1828951904053012650..comments2023-06-23T10:59:09.042+01:00Comments on where there are no chickadees: Book of ShadowsPurestGreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10860331983741242940noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23008725.post-51616160251335065982007-02-08T04:48:00.000+00:002007-02-08T04:48:00.000+00:00In nature's time, the trees dance to the windswept...In nature's time, the trees dance to the windswept tune, revealing ancient patterns, the symphony and motion of life, caressed by starlight, the life-generating force of heaven, that radiates its warmth and music across the cosmic reaches....Quackin' Mad Duckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16141813626635286409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23008725.post-3033451662462450232007-02-06T07:18:00.000+00:002007-02-06T07:18:00.000+00:00A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the e...A tree whose hungry mouth is prest <br /><br />Against the earth's sweet flowing breast...<br /><br />A poem which, strangely enough, reminds me of New York. Lemon pie and diner coffee.PurestGreenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10860331983741242940noreply@blogger.com