Indiana on a Winter's Morn....

As I was traveling home this morning, I stopped the car to take this photo. The beauty of the land was so striking. I took a detour out into the country on my way home and was definitely rewarded. This photo is untouched....just the beauty of Indiana.

 

Indiana on a Winter's Morn...

As I was looking at this photo later, I thought of this lovely poem by Sara Teasdale...one of my favorite writers. Enjoy...

I should be glad of loneliness

And hours that go on broken wings,

A thirsty body, a tired heart

And the unchanging ache of things,

If I could make a single song

As lovely and as full of light,

As hushed and brief as a falling star

On a winter night.