Adrift On the Winds of Change
It's subtle, but like the proverbial frog in boiling water, are we simply not noticing the pace of change around us?
Stormy Weather
The Storm–Wind by William Barnes
When the swift-rolling brook, swollen deep,
Rushes on by the alders, full speed,
And the wild-blowing winds lowly sweep
O'er the quivering leaf and the weed,
And the willow tree writhes in each limb,
Over sedge-reeds that reel by the brim —
The man that is staggering by
Holds his hat to his head by …
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