tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152631704093093461.post5925492529697445648..comments2024-03-24T10:45:55.061-06:00Comments on the beauty we love: the tree in winterDean Kellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391614363610258561noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152631704093093461.post-68513487570690786892011-12-14T06:32:06.819-07:002011-12-14T06:32:06.819-07:00beautiful, that sense of intimate connection, the ...beautiful, that sense of intimate connection, the 'what if' i gave in and let go, hanging in the background. <br /><br />i know a little of what seems to be blessings of strength and delicacy uniquely offered by each one, an appreciative gaze, an awareness of that beauty the only return. so many pass by, yet few seem to receive the gifts around them.Dean Kellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11391614363610258561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152631704093093461.post-46885454331804923282011-12-13T21:03:46.790-07:002011-12-13T21:03:46.790-07:00i leave this poem with such peace, The tree is no...i leave this poem with such peace, <i> The tree is not afraid.</i><br /><br />do you know, when i drive to work i note the trees. i have a relationship with many of them. the rock, too. the train tracks. the crows. the ravens. i wonder, what would i do if i didn't have to eat? would i ever arrive at work?<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.com