A Storm At Midnight
- Art and Literature, Poems and More
- April 24, 2024
Her summit is like a fulcrum on which the heavens lean, balancing the setting sun and rising moon – Stephen Alter
READ MOREThe leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools – Henry Beston
READ MOREHeaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, green-mossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles – Arundhati Roy
READ MORESometimes, if you are lucky, you will see the moon coming up, and two distant deodars in perfect silhouette – Ruskin Bond
READ MORETrees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth – Herman Hesse
READ MOREThe more the sensibilist I am, the more I seem to want my mountains wild – Robert Frost
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