TO SLEEP UNDER A WINTER BLANKET
All the leaves have finally fallen. Even the aspens, whose leaves often hold to the very last. The earth, at least here in the Northeast …
All the leaves have finally fallen. Even the aspens, whose leaves often hold to the very last. The earth, at least here in the Northeast …
Out in the forest, sitting on a stump, waiting for the sun to continue setting behind the hill in front of me. It’s a familiar …