The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like

They Say Eyes Clear With Age.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

The Way The Moon Dashes Through Clouds That Blow Loosely As Cannon-smoke... Is A Reminder Of The Strength And Pain Of Being Young; That It Can't Come Again, But Is For Others Undiminished Somewhere.

Deprivation Is For Me What Daffodils Were For Wordsworth.

To Put One Brick Upon Another, Add A Third, And Then A Fourth, Leaves No Time To Wonder Whether What You Do Has Any Worth.