Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop [...]
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop [...]
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising. How two [...]
The peace we embrace Exudes the fragrance of love Sing me the song in your heart And I will sing mine Happy Valentine’s Day, Everybody — Alice Stipak, 2-14-20 — poem & photo in Hanalei, Kauai, Hawaii [...]
Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the while I am being carried across the sky by beautiful clouds. — OJIBWE PROVERB
The way the maple seed twirls away from its tree and finds any available crack or crevice to slip itself into and how the dandelion fluff is wished by children out along the wind to a new starting place [...]