Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.

The rain Never falls upwards. When the wound Stops hurting What hurts is The scar.

On golden chairs Sitting at ease, you paid for the songs which we chanted To those less lucky. You paid us for drying their tears And for comforting all those …

Come in, dear wind, and be our guest You too have neither home nor rest.

A cold coming they had of it, at this time of the year; just the worst time of the year to take a journey, and specially a long journey, in.

An afternoon drive from Los Angeles will take you up into the high mountains, where eagles circle above the forests and the cold blue lakes, or out over the Mo…

There are some good things to be said about walking. Not many, but some. Walking takes longer, for example, than any other known form of locomotion except craw…