Sublime

Before walking toward the forest’s edge, I offer a silent goodbye to the gray-green waters of the Pacific.

"and you must be desperately homesick."

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever! The faint silvery warblings heard over the partially bare and moist fields from the bluebird, the song sparrow, and the red-wing, as if the last flakes of winter tinkled as they fell! What at such a time are histories, chronologies, traditions, and all written revelations?

she cared most to hear about,