The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).
Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring. Show all posts
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
sometimes it's a struggle...
somtimes it's a struggle
to keep the Spring music
playing
and to drive
wintry blues
from the door
to keep the Spring music
playing
and to drive
wintry blues
from the door
Saturday, September 28, 2013
even when Spring is grey...
even when Spring is grey
and cold rain lashes the blossoms
there is still a warm window
to watch the birds
seek
their Spring nest
and cold rain lashes the blossoms
there is still a warm window
to watch the birds
seek
their Spring nest
Saturday, November 5, 2011
The wake...
The wake of misty grey Winter veils seems so long...
Still dreaming of
The lyrics of Spring...
Still dreaming of
The lyrics of Spring...
Thursday, July 28, 2011
It felt like Spring today...
It felt like Spring today...
I felt the bravery of tiny white blossoms peeking
I felt the dance of new feathered life
I felt the zing of a warm wind
It felt like Spring today...
For a little while...
I felt the bravery of tiny white blossoms peeking
I felt the dance of new feathered life
I felt the zing of a warm wind
It felt like Spring today...
For a little while...
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