11/22/2021
I do love the forest.
The body is like a November birch facing the full moon...reaching into the cold heavens. In these trees there is no ambition, no sodden body, no leaves,
Nothing but bare trunks climbing like cold fire...
It is a joy to walk in the bare woods...The moonlight is not broken by the heavy leaves.
The leaves are down, and touching the soaked earth,
Giving off the odors that partridges love. - Robert Bly
*(I was just thinking of his work last night when I posted this. I'm sad to find that he passed today)
Artist - Gustav Klimt