Spirit that raises the gale on the moor, what is your name? that sifts drifted snow through the hinge of the door, what is your name'? that furls the white breakers over the shore, what...
Theology Lesson from my Cat She wakes me early, jumping on the bed. I go to let her out, but it is raining. She turns back from the door, complaining, twining herself around my legs,...
