Archive for April 7th, 2008

Morning Frost »

This morning I awoke to find some frost on the front lawn of our home and it prompted me to recall, amid the dark gray skies, a poem I recently read.
Oh Star…And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at [...]