I shot a picture of this tree out of my truck window. It does not have green leaves but has leaves of ice that were backlit by a nearby sign.
ALLEN W. JOHNSON - DRSS
Into my heart on air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
