“There were no lions any more. There had been lions once. Sometimes in the shimmer of the heat on the plains the motion of their running still flickered on the dry wind — tawny, great, and quickly gone. Sometimes the honey-colored moon shivered to the silence of a ghost-roar on the rising air.” 

from The Lion of Boaz-Jachin and Jachin-Boaz

by Russell Hoban

"Blue heaven and brown earth compel me.      I wander as a child at play. What was it, little sparrow, tell me,      That made me grieve so yesterday? "

from A May Song

by Archibald Lampman

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The Past

I am ensnared currently, on the wheel of the past.

And the quote below is a good reminder,

to shake free of it.

"What I want to say is

that the past is the past,

and the present is what your life is, 

and you are capable 

of choosing what that will be, 

darling citizen." 

from Mornings at Blackwater Pond 

by Mary Oliver

The Fly-away horse

"Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse 

Perhaps you have seen him before;

Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept

Through the moonlight that floats on the floor. 

For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle bright, 

That the Fly-Away Horse, with a neigh 

And a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane, 

Is up on his heels and away!" 

from The Fly-away horse

by Eugene Field

Handhills

"Cocked in that land tactile as leaves

wild things wait crouched in those valleys

west of your city outside your lives

in the ultimate wind, the whole land's wave.

Come west and see; touch these leaves."

from Midwest

by William Stafford

Posts

"My self will be the plain,

wise as winter is gray,

pure as cold posts go

pacing toward what I know."

from The Farm on the Great Plains

by William Stafford

“We have searched the wide world over and 

not found forgetfulness.” 

from Sword Against Death

by Fritz Leiber

Barrie, ON April 2018

“The line between the reality that is photographed because it seems beautiful to us and the reality that seems beautiful because it has been photographed is very narrow."

from "The Adventure of a Photographer” (Difficult Loves)
by Italo Calvino