More specifically concerning: robert frost
hardest hue
23 September 2025, around 14.11.
And it seems like there should be something to write, just like it seems there should be leaves to rake in the yard, but it is not quite time for that; the leaves remain, for the moment, on the trees, and the words to written remain inchoate, unthought.
motes and beams
11 February 2026, around 4.30.
When I was a child, I wanted to live in a pine forest. Or, to be more accurate, a pine plantation. […] The tight ranks of conifer trees, planted so close together that most of their branches die for lack of light, and which acidify the soil for miles around, are hated by ecologists, landscape […]