“The Layers” I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. Stanley Kunitz Reads Complete Poem
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“The Layers” I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. Stanley Kunitz Reads Complete Poem
Read MoreThe artistic soul Arctic morn wolf moon beckons Silent reverie
Read MoreThoughts drifting with clouds Boots resting on fresh powder Winter perfection
Read MoreSquirrel’s private stash Hidden trove of nature’s bounty Secret treasure map
Read MoreWinter by the lake Footprints our sole companion Solitude cocoon
Read MoreYoung couple spellbound Sunset beam adds to the glow A heartening sign
Read MoreHair dusted with snow Child laughs building a snowman Simple winter joys
Read MoreSilence of snowflakes Layers of pristine beauty Coffee hour postponed
Read MoreFreshly fallen snow Michigan winter gray clouds Some things never change
Read MoreWe shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot – Little Gidding
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