Image from canva.com Hope. “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all And sweetest in the Gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm I’ve [...]
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The Year by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Image from canva.com The Year. What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. [...]
Poetry Mondays – The Reminder by Thomas Hardy.
The Reminder. While I watch the Christmas blazePaint the room with ruddy rays,Something makes my vision glideTo the frosty scene outside. There, to reach a rotting berry,Toils a thrush, — constrained to veryDregs of food by sharp distress,Taking such with thankfulness. Why, O starving bird, when IOne day's joy would justify,And put misery out [...]
Poetry Mondays – Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Winter-Time Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire [...]
Poetry Mondays – The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy.
The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate,When Frost was spectre-gray,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to meThe Century’s corpse outleant,Its crypt the cloudy canopy,The wind [...]
Poetry Mondays – Thankful by Mandy Cidlik.
As it is Thanksgiving this week, I thought I would pick a poem centred around this. Be kind, always. Thankful No ghosts or goblins and trick-or-treats, No candy or flowers for your sweets. No gifts to buy or presents to give, Just be THANKFUL for the life that you live. [...]
Poetry Mondays – Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams.
Winter Trees. All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold. William Carlos Williams
Poetry Mondays – There’s Nothing Like The Sun by Edward Thomas.
There's Nothing Like the Sun. There's nothing like the sun as the year dies, Kind as it can be, this world being made so, To stones and men and beasts and birds and flies, To all things that it touches except snow, Whether on mountains side or street of town. The south wall warms me: [...]
Poetry Mondays – Pencil and Paint by Eleanor Farjeon
Pencil and Paint Winter has a pencilFor pictures clear and neat,She traces the black tree-topsUpon a snowy sheet. But autumn has a paletteAnd a painting-brush instead,And daubs the leaves for pleasureWith yellow, brown, and red. Eleanor Farjeon
Poetry Mondays – My November Guest by Robert Frost.
My November Guest. My Sorrow, when she's here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay.She talks and I am fain to list:She's glad the birds are gone away,She's glad her simple [...]
Foxglove and Bee 