A Tangle of Bright Moments: Greenness is a Kind of Grief

“The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief.” ― From

A Tangle of Bright Moments: Unbusy

“Walking, ideally, is a state in which the mind, the body, and the world are aligned, as though they were three characters finally in conversation