May Musings
“What is so sweet and dear as a prosperous morn in May, the confident prime of the day, and the dauntless youth of the year, when nothing that asks for […]
Winds of March
“The March wind roars like a lion in the sky, and makes us shiver as he passes by. When winds are soft, and the days are warm and clear. Just […]
Jest in January
“The hiss was now becoming a roar—the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow—but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.” […]