Monday, January 30, 2017

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.
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