A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Every scowling face also contains the shapes of engaging smiles, just waiting to be released. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
To whoever invented fantasy, redwood trees, and apple pie for breakfast: well done. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
There’s a beach whose waves lap near an ancient grove of redwoods—during a full moon, it throws up wishing shells. Let them lie, he told me. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The crow in his purity I believe is seen and heard only in the North. Before you reach the Potomac there is an infusion of a weaker element, the fish-crow, whose helpless feminine call contrasts strongly with the hearty masculine caw of the original Simon. – John Burroughs, “Winter Sunshine”