The morning woods were utterly new. A strong yellow light pooled beneath the trees; my shadow appeared and vanished on the path, since a third of the trees I walked under were still bare, a third spread a luminous haze… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Winter Forest Deep words and lighter steps Tear to white and fading green Of lines and morning woods; Each step of us grows lighter, While chasing the true light That is reborn over mountains. The sun resets again In the pale blue valley of us, Haunting… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
