A poem on the homefront

I’m unpacked and unwinding for a minute. The dogs are dozing away at my feet after a rawkus runaround at the dog park (they sure gave that pitbull a run for its money, playing). It’s a beautiful day and I’m glad to be back from a brief stint in LA. I thought I’d post this link to one of my favorites, a poem by the great Edna St. Vincent Millay. As the wind blows supple through the whispering trees…

http://www.bartleby.com/131/1.html