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.
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.