seeks the center
of every tree and rock,
that thing we hold closest-
the end of songs
by Michael McClintock from Letters in Time (Hermitage West)
This morning I was looking through some autumn poems I have filed away in anticipation of a program I'm leading in a couple weeks, and came across Michael McClintock's poems. Its simplicity struck me as the perfect words for a Sunday, especially combined with these images from a recent stroll I took in Brookside Gardens with my camera phone. Enjoy!
