Wednesday, May 31, 2017

The Muezzin

I would that it to me were given
To climb each day the muezzin's stair
And in the warm and silent air
To sing my heart out into Heaven.

~ Vita Sackville-West

Painting: The Muezzin by Jean-Leon Gerome

And The Wind Upon Its Way

And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of may,
And touched the nodding peony-flowers to bid them waken.

~ Siegfried Sassoon

Modest Bud

Modest bud, still fresh with morning,
You are like a maid I know.

~ Fred Lewis Pattee

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Where The Sunflowers Blow

Miles and miles of golden green
Where the sunflowers blow
In a solid glow.

~ Robert Browning

The Almond-Blossom Blows

Here's the spring back or close,
When the almond-blossom blows.

~ Robert Browning

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

~ William Shakespeare

Monday, May 29, 2017

Let It Rain

For after all, the best thing one can do
When it is raining, is to let it rain.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A Rainy Day

A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.

~ Rachel Carson

Make Love, Not War

I want you to make love, not war,
I know you've heard it before.

~ John Lennon

Sunday, May 28, 2017

The Ripest Peach

The ripest peach is highest on the tree –
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to me where I worship now!

~ James Whitcomb Riley

Petal By Petal

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

~ E. E. Cummings

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Now Seeps The Crimson Petal

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Gay Little Heart!

Gay little heart!
Like morning glory
Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be!

~ Emily Dickinson

Friday, May 26, 2017


Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there;
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.

~ Francis Thompson

The Violets In The Mountains

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks!

~ Tennessee Williams

Thursday, May 25, 2017

The Fiery-Flaming Marigold

And in yonder marshes burns
The fiery-flaming marigold.

~ Dora Read Goodale

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Between My Finger And My Thumb

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it.

~ Seamus Heaney

A Drainless Shower Of Light

A drainless shower
Of light is poesy.

~ John Keats

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Sun And Daisies

She smelled of sun and daisies
With a hint of river water.

~ Katie Daisy

Monday, May 22, 2017

The Older I Grow

The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?

~ Emily Dickinson

Sunday, May 21, 2017

O Flower-de-Luce

O flower-de-luce, bloom on, and let the river
Linger to kiss thy feet!
O flower of song, bloom on, and make forever
The world more fair and sweet.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I Met Her In The Greenest Dells

I met her in the greenest dells,
Where dewdrops pearl the wood bluebells.

~ John Clare

A Slender Bindweed Springs

In the deep shadow of the porch
A slender bindweed springs,
And climbs, like airy acrobat,
The trellises, and swings
And dances in the golden sun
In fairy loops and rings.

~ Susan Coolidge

Budding Twigs

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air.

~ William Wordsworth

Saturday, May 20, 2017

See These Springing Violets Rise

See these springing violets rise,
Animated by thy eyes.

~ William Pattison

O Happiest Transport

O happiest transport, dearest blessing,
Sweetest-rapture past expressing!
Who can tell the thrilling pleasure,
When the nymph resigns her treasure!
When she melts in ripen'd blisses,
Breathing out her soul in kisses!

~ William Pattison

How I Love All Of You!

How I love all of you! Do you feel me wrap you
Up with myself and my warmth, like a flame round the wick?

~ D. H. Lawrence

Friday, May 19, 2017

The Poppy's Bonfire

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide,
The poppy's bonfire spread.

~ Bayard Taylor

The Poppies Hung

The poppies hung
Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

~ John Keats

Within The Woods

Within the woods,
Whose young and half-transparent leaves scarce cast
A shade, gay circles of anemones
Danced on their stalks.

~ William Cullen Bryant

Thursday, May 18, 2017

The Pedigree Of Honey

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.

~ Emily Dickinson

In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy

In Nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.

~ William Shakespeare

Painting: Forest King by Andrey Shishkin

Winking Mary-Buds

And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise.

~ William Shakespeare

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Golden Wisdom

And every secret Nature told,
Of golden wisdom's power,
Is nestled still in every fold,
Within the Lotos flower.

~ William Winter

What Airs Outblown

What airs outblown from ferny dells
And clover-bloom and sweetbrier smells.

~ John Greenleaf Whittier

To Make A Prairie

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.

~ Emily Dickinson

The Buttercups

The buttercups, bright-eyed and bold,
Held up their chalices of gold
To catch the sunshine and the dew.

~ Julia C. R. Dorr

Fragrance Rare

And in the woods a fragrance rare
Of wild azaleas fills the air.

~ Dora Read Goodale

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Pink Orchid's Faces

In the marsh pink orchid's faces,
With their coy and dainty graces,
Lure us to their hiding places –
Laugh, O murmuring Spring!

~ Sarah F. Davis

The Aster Greets Us As We Pass

The aster greets us as we pass
With her faint smile.

~ Sarah Helen Whitman

Monday, May 15, 2017

Underneath An Apple-Tree

Underneath an apple-tree
Sat a maiden and her lover;
And the thoughts within her he
Yearned, in silence, to discover.

~ Will Carleton

Blossom Of The Almond Trees

Blossom of the almond trees,
April's gift to April's bees.

~ Edwin Arnold

Sunday, May 14, 2017


Primrose-eyes each morning ope
In their cool, deep beds of grass.

~ James Bayard Taylor

The Meadows Fill With Cowslips

The meadows fill with cowslips,
The grass excessive green.

~ John Clare

Saturday, May 13, 2017

There Were Flowers In Her Hair

There were flowers in her hair
Like an April diadem.

~ Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Friday, May 12, 2017

Self-Poised Upon That Yellow Flower

I've watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.

~ William Wordsworth

Lift Me Like An Olive Branch

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.

~ Leonard Cohen

Drawing: The Face Of Peace X by Pablo Picasso

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Glad Butterflies And Smiling Flowers

Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone
To see glad butterflies and smiling flowers.

~ John Clare

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Let Them Be Left

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Tulip And The Butterfly

The tulip and the butterfly
Appear in gayer coats than I:
Let me be dressed fine as I will,
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

~ Isaac Watts