Here’s a lovely Happy Weekend poem from Amy.
Written for “people like you and me.”
Daydreaming
Hurry scurry, worry flurry,
Such a fuss and such a hurry.
Down I slid by a private stair
To a room in a forest of maidenhair. Read the rest of this entry »
frog prince,
your eye
your lips
your smile
so sweet Read the rest of this entry »
In 1950 we moved from Southern California to the Deep South. I was 7 ½. This haiku and poem capture my night-time introduction to our new rural community. We’re about 15 miles outside Savannah, Georgia.
moss-laden oaks loom
magenta azaleas blaze
deep south path through woods
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Late summer, 1950
It’s past midnight
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tones and overtones
echo blending in silent
autumn symphony
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The Hercules Club tree is native to eastern North America. Read the rest of this entry »
hazy blue background
softens harsh late winter freeze
warms rustic feeder
or
open air café
no reservation needed
fresh frozen suet Read the rest of this entry »
bone-chilling north wind
howls against tight-locked window
rattles my slumber
An Amy Carmichael poem for Valentine’s Day–with brief comments from me, especially for you! Read the rest of this entry »
light shadows
play quietly on
face of pond
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This indoor pond is in the Hamilton Fernery at the Morris Arboretum in Philadelphia. The fernery was built in 1899, Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 