Posts by Lara

A snowy path for squirrel and fox,It winds between the wintry firs.Snow-muffled are its iron rocks,And o’er its stillness nothing stirs.But low, bend low a listening ear!Beneath the mask of moveless whiteA babbling whisper you shall hear—Of birds and blossoms, leaves and light. – Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts Those words whisper to the deepest…

New Year, good-morning! Come and bringUs days that smile and days that singOut from the drifts of swirling snowThat through the mirky midnight blowAnd clutch with frosty hands and cling.Hark! how the joy-bells chime and ringThy birth, and new hope set a-wing.With hands outstretched you come; and soNew Year, good-morning!– Alexander Maclean My deepest conversations…