Summer Sky

To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry

~Emily Dickinson

Huntington Beach 144



I can tell you that solitude
Is not all exaltation, inner space
Where the soul breathes and work can be done.
Solitude exposes the nerve,
Raises up ghosts.
The past, never at rest, flows through it.
― May Sarton

North Hampton 046


The problem with escaping is that we leave behind us, even among those we love, different versions of the truth and everything we couldn’t bring ourselves to say. ~ Frederick Weisel, Teller: A Novel