Old Rag Mountain in Shenandoah National Park is a geological wonder. I Choose the Mountain Howard Simon The low lands call I am tempted to answer They are offering me a free dwelling Without having to conquer The massive mountain makes its move Beckoning me to ascend A […]
And the trees began to change. Like all things, nothing stands still. Nothing remains the same. Not the earth, not the sky. It all evolves, becoming something new.
I’ll plant and water, sow and weed, Till not an inch of earth shows brown, And take a vow of each small seed To grow to greenness and renown: And then some day you’ll pass my way, See gold and crimson, bell and star, And catch my garden’s […]
Peacocks By Rose Fyleman (1877-1957) PEACOCKS sweep the fairies’ rooms; They use their folded tails for brooms; But fairy dust is brighter far Than any mortal colours are; And all about their tails it clings In strange designs of rounds and rings; And that is why they strut […]
Softly floating along the water, something left behind. Gentle like the wind, warming like the sun. A memory that brushes across, ever fleeting. ————————– Spending a little time on the dock this afternoon, the air was fairly quiet with birds. But this delicate feather floated by. It provided […]
The Hummingbird by Harry Kemp The sunlight speaks. And it’s voice is a bird: It glitters half-guessed half seen half-heard Above the flower bed. Over the lawn … A flashing dip and it is gone. And all it lends to the eye is this — A sunbeam […]
The Frog BY HILAIRE BELLOC Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As ‘Slimy skin,’ or ‘Polly-wog,’ Or likewise ‘Ugly James,’ Or ‘Gape-a-grin,’ or ‘Toad-gone-wrong,’ Or ‘Billy Bandy-knees’: The Frog is justly sensitive To epithets like these. No animal will more repay […]
The autumn wind is a pirate. Blustering in from sea with a rollicking song he sweeps along swaggering boisterously. His face is weather beaten, he wears a hooded sash with a silver hat about his head… The autumn wind is a Raider, pillaging just for fun. Steve Sabol
Daisy Time BY MARJORIE PICKTHALL See, the grass is full of stars, Fallen in their brightness; Hearts they have of shining gold, Rays of shining whiteness. Buttercups have honeyed hearts, Bees they love the clover, But I love the daisies’ dance All the meadow over. Blow, O blow, […]
Song for John On a windy day let’s go flying There may be no trees to rest on There may be no clouds to ride But we’ll have our wings and the wind will be with us That’s enough for me, that’s enough for me. — Yoko Ono […]
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 