Judge tenderly of me.
Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee. Nay, nature is heaven. Nature is what we hear...
Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.
My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word
I must go in, the fog is rising.
I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.