PINE TREE TOPS by Gary Snyder in the blue night from haze, the sky glows with the moon pine tree tops bend snow-blue, fade into sky, frost, starlight. the creak of boots. rabbit tracks, deer tracks, what do we know. Busy, busy, lives. But when do we stop long enough to take in the enormity of what it means to be human?
What is your body?
What is your body?
What is your body?
PINE TREE TOPS by Gary Snyder in the blue night from haze, the sky glows with the moon pine tree tops bend snow-blue, fade into sky, frost, starlight. the creak of boots. rabbit tracks, deer tracks, what do we know. Busy, busy, lives. But when do we stop long enough to take in the enormity of what it means to be human?