A Very Nearly Wordless Wednesday “The Shadow People” Old lame Bridget doesn’t hear Fairy music in the grass When the gloaming’s on the mere And the shadow people pass: Never hears their slow grey feet Coming from the village street Just beyond the parson’s wall, Where the clover globes are sweet And the mushroom’s parasol [...]
A Very Nearly Wordless Wednesday What is it? It’s Clara’s own springtime perfume concoction. God’s Will I know, I know where violets blow Upon a sweet hillside, And very bashfully they grow And in the grasses hide— It is the fairest field, I trow, In the whole world wide. One spring I saw two lassies [...]
The First Snow-Fall THE SNOW had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl. From [...]
When the Frost Is on the Punkin When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock, And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens, And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence; O, it’s [...]
Photo Meme: Tree (Thursday Challenge) LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since [...]
I KNOW it must be winter (though I sleep) — I know it must be winter, for I dream I dip my bare feet in the running stream, And flowers are many, and the grass grows deep. from Winter Sleep By Edith M. Thomas
Photo Meme: Small (Thursday Challenge) EXPERIENCEDeborah danced, when she was two,As buttercups and daffodils do;Spirited, frail, naively bold, Her hair a ruffled crest of gold, And whenever she spoke her voice went singingLike water up from a fountain springing.But now her step is quiet and slow; She walks the way primroses go;Her hair is yellow [...]
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