A SMALL THOUGHT

AS the world fell
again within my heart
as all became dirt
as well

Fire has past;

fire summers, with the length

Of five long winters! and again I hear

These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs

With a soft inland murmur. — Once again

Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,

That on a wild secluded scene impress

Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect

The landscape with the quiet of the sky.

:: a small thought — 12.25.2025 ::