Seasons in Upper Turkeyfoot
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Morning Elemental
morning elemental
it's all here hidden in mist
how we see it the possible
volumes of convention dissolve
in one line of poetry
The question is not what we look at but what see.
—Henry David Thoreau, August, 1851
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