Found This In One Of My Journals

In early summer the trees stood still under the blue sky,
held their limbs outstretched and received the direct rays of the sun.
On the shrubs and bushes in the undergrowth, the flowers unfolded their red, white and yellow stars.
On some the seed pods had begun to appear again.
They perched innumerable on the fine tips of the branches, tender and firm and resolute, and seemed like small, clenched fists.
Out of the earth came whole troops of flowers, like motley stars, so that the soil of the twilight forest floor shone with a silent, ardent, colorful gladness.
Everything smelled of fresh leaves, of blossoms, of moist dods and greenwood.





Letters From A Small Town,
Madison