"Scope eludes my grasp, that there is no finality of vision,   

that I have perceived nothing completely,

that tomorrow a new walk is a new walk."

from Corsons Inlet

by A.R. Ammons

New Lens on Life
Residents of Pinehouse in Northern Saskatchewan are using photography to heal from trauma.

https://newsinteractives.cbc.ca/longform/photographing-pinehouse

Morning snow, a couple days ago

"Snow fell in the night.

At five-fifteen I woke to a bluish

mounded softness where 

the Honda was."

from An Old Life

by Donald Hall

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/donald-hall

Going Home November (winter roads)

"I drive

west. I wend between snowbanks,

until the road delivers me

to a sleeping boat launch.

They stand on the frozen ramp;

watch me with coats that are

better than mine."

from Three Deer in Oquossoc

by Sonja Johanson

American Life in Poetry:

Column 713

"Or the dayscape flings a thousand tones of light back at the

     sun—

Be any one of the colours of an Earth lover;

Walk with me and sometimes cover your shadow with mine. "

from Live With Me on Earth Under the Invisible Daylight Moon

by Milton Acorn

to see winter at it's most beautiful
https://www.beyondthefieldsweknow.org/2018/12/the-clyde-river-in-early-winter.html

"Show me the place, help me roll away the stone

Show me the place, I can't move this thing alone

Show me the place where the word became a man

Show me the place where the suffering began

The troubles came I saved what I could save

A shred of light, a particle away"

from Show Me The Place

by Leonard Cohen

Snow Day

"that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight

on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants

from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,

holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,

well, today is just that kind of day."

from Today

by Billie Collins

“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.” 

from Giovanni's Room

by James Baldwin

"He understood the need for love because he understood what hate had accomplished.

from The Fire This Time: James Baldwin and the Civil Rights Movement

by Robert Pfeffer

https://leo.stcloudstate.edu/kaleidoscope/volume4/fire.html