Saturday, 27 December 2008

Quessoy arboretum, late afternoon.

Deep winter light through lopped oaks' script, the river winding full between its sallow-sprung banks, peace and plenitude.

Why then, the mind's reaching out always for what will hurt it?

1 comment:

Linda S. Socha said...

Amen. It is good to be back here with you and Mol Lucy. Your words are healing although it nevers seems as it that was the intent. It just is.