Leo Honka* Outside, near winter’s home I stand Leaning against the night All alone Listening to hallucinations Popping from silence and stance. It’s a cold night of thick gloves and clothes A night no one should stand outside too long For sidewalks and streets Solemn and silent Are asleep and lead nowhere. Only a winter’s…
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Suomen Silta: The man of the forest
There is no greater joy than picking mushrooms in a near-untouched forest in fall. As you find these fungi that fruit from subterranean mycelium, the rustle of the leaves accompany you at different intervals permitting your soul to glide and rest for a moment on nature’s lap.