Poetry
Binsey Poplars Felled
My aspens dear, whose airy cage quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun,…
Poetry, with its impossible-seeming combination of soft lens and precision, brings to our awareness that which might otherwise go unnoticed and unappreciated. May these poems open your heart to the nuance and opportunity of each moment.
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