My business is circumference.
In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen!
Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.
Hope is a thing with feathers
I . . . am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane