I come here to speak poetry.
It will always be in the grass.
It will also be necessary
to bend down to hear it.
It will always be too simple
to be discussed in assemblies.
~Boris Pasternak, Russian novelist, (1890 – 1960)
My Path with Stars Bestrewn
My Path with Stars Bestrewn 
breath taken….
Between the gorgeousness of nature and poetry, it’s a wonder I’m ever able to draw a breath. xox