Around Me The Trees Stir In Their

So Every Day So Every Day I Was Surrounded By The Beautiful Crying Forth Of The Ideas Of God, One Of Which Was You.

For Some Things There Are No Wrong Seasons. Which Is What I Dream Of For Me.

When When It’s Over, It’s Over, And We Don’t Know Any Of Us, What Happens Then. So I Try Not To Miss Anything. I Think, In My Whole Life, I Have Never Missed The Full Moon Or The Slipper Of Its Coming Back. Or, A Kiss. Well, Yes, Especially A Kiss.

What Can We Do But Keep On Breathing In And Out, Modest And Willing, And In Our Places?

I Held My Breath As We Do Sometimes To Stop Time When Something Wonderful Has Touched Us.