Stars | part ii

One of the worst things about winter is the cold. One of the best things about winter is the stars. Over hill and under tree Through lands where never light has shone By silver streams that run down to the sea Under cloud, beneath the stars Over snow and winter’s morn I turn at last to paths that lead home And though where the road Continue reading


| Old Paths | Life In Vermont

There are so many old palaces in New England. That’s right. Palaces. Kingdom’s of dust and stories of small heroic acts. Frankly, a single piece of brick could tell you a whole lot more about human nature than my philosophizing. Look at these old threads.