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 […]
CINDERELLA & BAKER] Into the woods, It’s time to go, It may be all In vain, you/I know. Into the woods- But even so, I have to take the journey. [CINDERELLA, BAKER & WIFE] Into the woods, The path is straight, You know it well, But who can […]
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 […]
A MIDSUMMER DAY by Dora Goodale What is so sweet as a midsummer day, When no sound greets the ear save a bird’s happy lay, Or the rustling of leaves as the wind passes thro’; When the earth is so green, and the sky is so blue! When […]
I hear the Goldfinch, and then I try, To imagine the world, from a birds eye. All through the day, up on the wing, Oh, what joy, to hear her sing. On wet summer days, you’ll hear me sigh, Where is my friend, from way on high? They […]
The Wild Flower’s Song by William Blake As I wandered the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song. ‘I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmured my fears And I felt delight. ‘In the morning I went As rosy […]
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 