Poets: In this season of my life, my favorite poet is Robert Frost. His works throw me deep into nostalgia of the best kind, peace and reflection abound. It stands to reason that the timelessness of his words continues to resonate within me to this day. I find myself contentedly considering the true interconnectedness of nature and myself as the words of his works wash over me.
And Poetry: I jokingly told Siobhann I was putting together a collection of my ‘highkus’, aptly named for location and activity and experience – as we strive to do. What’s the play on ‘high’, you ask? Well, I am absolutely referring to being high up on a mountain while writing these poems, not at all to hanging on the porch inhaling the smokey herbaceous Maine air. Wink wink.
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