A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Some days, we just need to turn the quiet up. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Some days, we just need to turn the quiet up. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The child began reading favorite stories of magic to the river, believing the tales would be carried to someone in need. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Flowers whisper “Beauty!” to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall. – 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”