Whittling Walden
We learn
and keep
an infinite
expectation
of dawn,
which does
not forsake us
even in sleep.
I know of no fact
unquestionable.
Paint a beautiful;
atmosphere
through which
we look.
The day,
highest of arts.
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Love it!
Thanks Kevin. I’ve been whittling away at this paragraph for two years now. Lol….some day it’s just gonna say “we learn”
The day,
highest of arts.
Yes ! 😀
You got me, from intriguing title to the sharpness of the last stanza.
An erasure from Walden? You are amazing.
A great morning to read this one! Well said!
Love “an infinite/expectation/ of dawn”
dawn does not forsakeus .. such a beautiful truth.
Hi dustin 🙂 Yeah that line I just couldn’t erase. That’s all Thoreau.
Such a beautiful truth.
Memorable of Walden Pond. Good.