that's just the wild wood
nature poetry
Monday, September 10, 2018
Evening Drive
"For the texture of this life is like a field of stars
In which the past is hidden in a tracery
Looming high above our lives, a tangle of bright moments"
from A Substitute for Time
by John Koethe
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