Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.
If you know much about your work - why you work, how you work, your aims - you are probably not a poet.
Autumn is full of leave-taking.
The well of Providence is deep. It's the buckets we bring to it that are small.
We are tomorrow's past.