Thoughts of rain at sunset
Clouds of rainbow blue
Thoughts of sun on sand-dunes
Where the seabirds flew
This was our season, and we said it couldn't end
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of leaves in autumn
Falling from the trees
Thoughts of hoaring tree tops
Leading to the sea
This was our season, no lies and no pretend
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of springtime rainfall
Touching flowers that bend
Thoughts of wind in willows
Days that never end
This was our season, but sorrow waited round the bend
For my love left with the rain.
Rain's the way you move now
Sun the way you seem
Leaves the way you wonder
Flowers the way you dream
This was our season, and we said it couldn't end
But my love left with the rain.
IF yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all ;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall ;
And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent ;
Yet no more can be due to me,
Than at the bargain made was meant.
If then thy gift of love were partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
Dear, I shall never have thee all.
Or if then thou gavest me all,
All was but all, which thou hadst then ;
But if in thy heart since there be or shall
New love created be by other men,
Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For this love was not vow'd by thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being general ;
The ground, thy heart, is mine ; what ever shall
Grow there, dear, I should have it all.
Yet I would not have all yet.
He that hath all can have no more ;
And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store ;
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it ;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it ;
But we will have a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them ; so we shall
Be one, and one another's all.
Pine Trees sobbing a weird unrest
In sadden strains;
Crows flying slowly into the west
As daylight wanes;
Breezes that die in a stifled breath,
Leaving a calm that is still as death.
Fir trees reaching toward the sky
In giant might;
All day long at your feet I lie
Awaiting night,
While sweet pine needles are falling down
In silent shower of golden brown.
How waves the blue Canadian air
Amid your arms?
‘Tis not so calm down here as there,
Because your charms
Enhance the world to sapphire blue,
And change its tone with its change of hue.
Changed in a thousand trival ways-
That shade a life,
Leaving the dregs of yesterdays
With shadows rife:
Shadows that lie in the fir tops tall,
And fall with the fir cones over all.
For some one’s turned tender eyes
Away from me,
And dark the sorrow that in them lies
With misery;
Oh, gentlest pleader my life has knowen,
I stay as you found me here - alone.
Alone with the firs and the dying day,
That lived too long;
Alone with the pines that sing alway
Their strnage wild song.
Ah, darling! unclasp your fair, warm hand,
‘Tis better I should misunderstand.
E. Pauline Johnson Tekahionwake
(around 1888)
[/pre]
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
"Snow Rise"
by Robert Pack
from Minding the Sun
Copyright 1996 by Robert Pack; used with permission
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Appear to lift up from the lake;
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Astonished that you have returned to go
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Dreaming time has reversed—and you,
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
A frame of glided twilight—I
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
I used this without permission. I hope I don't get into any trouble. But this poem just seemed appropriate tonight.
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
To leave the old with a burst of song;
To recall the right and forgive the wrong;
To forget the things that bind you fast
To the vain regrets of the year that past;
To have the strength to let go your hold
Of the not worth while of days grown old;
To dare go forth with purpose true,
To the unknown task of year that’s new
To help your brother along the road,
To do his work and lift his load;
To add your gift to the world’s good cheer,
Is to have and to give a Happy New Year.
-Author Unknown
[/pre]
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
IT ’S all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget,—
Some one the sun could tell,—
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
There’s an open plain to southwest
Heaped up with crusty snow,
Drift on drift where gales uplift
And toss o’er the flats below,
Where the sun flings down his jeweled-crown
And the ice fields thieve its glow.
Theres’s a figure lithe and stalwart
That comes o’er the slopes alone,
He tramps along with step made strong
By muscle, and brain and bone,
Robust his form, and his heart as warm
As lights from a ruby thrown.
There’s a pathway onward strenching
From him to sun a’set
It lies and gleams like a things in dreams,
Umarred by his snowshoe yet,
Turn where he may there lies the way
Of gold for his feet to fret.
There’s a long, long track behind him,
Fields lie to the fore unpressed,
He marks his way by sun’s clear ray
And follows it with zest,
The Phantom glows o’er the roadless snow,
‘Twixt him and the yellow west.
E. Pauline Johson Tekahionwake
1889-1898
[/pre]
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
The Girl Online
I have not met her
She captivates my thoughts
I have not seen her
She intrigues my imagination
I have not heard her
Her words tantalize and tiltillate
I have not touched her
Only in my dreams
I don't know her
And yet, somehow, I do.
(Bunnysprite, Melbourne 2007)
Hearty greetings to all my friends (online and offline) :-)
"Rain" by Nick Drake
)
"Rain" by Nick Drake (1968)
Thoughts of rain at sunset
Clouds of rainbow blue
Thoughts of sun on sand-dunes
Where the seabirds flew
This was our season, and we said it couldn't end
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of leaves in autumn
Falling from the trees
Thoughts of hoaring tree tops
Leading to the sea
This was our season, no lies and no pretend
But my love left with the rain.
Thoughts of springtime rainfall
Touching flowers that bend
Thoughts of wind in willows
Days that never end
This was our season, but sorrow waited round the bend
For my love left with the rain.
Rain's the way you move now
Sun the way you seem
Leaves the way you wonder
Flowers the way you dream
This was our season, and we said it couldn't end
But my love left with the rain.
Love, Michi
LOVERS' INFINITENESS. IF
)
LOVERS' INFINITENESS.
IF yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all ;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,
Nor can intreat one other tear to fall ;
And all my treasure, which should purchase thee,
Sighs, tears, and oaths, and letters I have spent ;
Yet no more can be due to me,
Than at the bargain made was meant.
If then thy gift of love were partial,
That some to me, some should to others fall,
Dear, I shall never have thee all.
Or if then thou gavest me all,
All was but all, which thou hadst then ;
But if in thy heart since there be or shall
New love created be by other men,
Which have their stocks entire, and can in tears,
In sighs, in oaths, and letters, outbid me,
This new love may beget new fears,
For this love was not vow'd by thee.
And yet it was, thy gift being general ;
The ground, thy heart, is mine ; what ever shall
Grow there, dear, I should have it all.
Yet I would not have all yet.
He that hath all can have no more ;
And since my love doth every day admit
New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store ;
Thou canst not every day give me thy heart,
If thou canst give it, then thou never gavest it ;
Love's riddles are, that though thy heart depart,
It stays at home, and thou with losing savest it ;
But we will have a way more liberal,
Than changing hearts, to join them ; so we shall
Be one, and one another's all.
John Donne
"We must be the change we wish to see."
Mahatma Gandhi
[pre] The Firs Pine
)
[pre]
The Firs
Pine Trees sobbing a weird unrest
In sadden strains;
Crows flying slowly into the west
As daylight wanes;
Breezes that die in a stifled breath,
Leaving a calm that is still as death.
Fir trees reaching toward the sky
In giant might;
All day long at your feet I lie
Awaiting night,
While sweet pine needles are falling down
In silent shower of golden brown.
How waves the blue Canadian air
Amid your arms?
‘Tis not so calm down here as there,
Because your charms
Enhance the world to sapphire blue,
And change its tone with its change of hue.
Changed in a thousand trival ways-
That shade a life,
Leaving the dregs of yesterdays
With shadows rife:
Shadows that lie in the fir tops tall,
And fall with the fir cones over all.
For some one’s turned tender eyes
Away from me,
And dark the sorrow that in them lies
With misery;
Oh, gentlest pleader my life has knowen,
I stay as you found me here - alone.
Alone with the firs and the dying day,
That lived too long;
Alone with the pines that sing alway
Their strnage wild song.
Ah, darling! unclasp your fair, warm hand,
‘Tis better I should misunderstand.
E. Pauline Johnson Tekahionwake
(around 1888)
[/pre]
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
[pre] A drop of rain so
)
[pre]
A drop of rain
so small and frail
Falls to the ground
without fail
The sun is down
to tired sleep
Shines no more
(soft is the down)
Autumn still here
oh so gray
Moves slowly
"End", I say
Winter coming
our days are few
The Final Season
begins the new
[/pre]
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Serenity (Rescue) I hear
)
Serenity (Rescue)
I hear you singing
cross my heart
i feel you dreaming
i'm torn apart
teach me from the distance
touch my heart
even as i'm sinking
You take my part
tell me your reason
make me smile
i'll be here waiting
like a child
2006 d. b. michel)
"Snow Rise" by Robert
)
"Snow Rise"
by Robert Pack
from Minding the Sun
Copyright 1996 by Robert Pack; used with permission
Dreaming time has reversed, I watch drowned snow
Appear to lift up from the lake;
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
Looms in the air, deliberate and slow,
Allowing me to let your picture form and wake
Astonished that you have returned to go
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Dreaming time has reversed—and you,
Your red cheeks radiant against the wind,
Are gliding toward me on the ice into
A frame of glided twilight—I
Again awaken from your being gone to find
Your gloved hands covering your lips' good-bye
So you can watch me watch uplifted snow
As if your absence now concluded long ago.
I used this without permission. I hope I don't get into any trouble. But this poem just seemed appropriate tonight.
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
[pre] New
)
[pre]
New Years
To leave the old with a burst of song;
To recall the right and forgive the wrong;
To forget the things that bind you fast
To the vain regrets of the year that past;
To have the strength to let go your hold
Of the not worth while of days grown old;
To dare go forth with purpose true,
To the unknown task of year that’s new
To help your brother along the road,
To do his work and lift his load;
To add your gift to the world’s good cheer,
Is to have and to give a Happy New Year.
-Author Unknown
[/pre]
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
IT ’S all I have to bring
)
IT ’S all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget,—
Some one the sun could tell,—
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
Emily Dickinson ~ Epigram
"We must be the change we wish to see."
Mahatma Gandhi
[pre] The
)
[pre] The Snowshoer
There’s an open plain to southwest
Heaped up with crusty snow,
Drift on drift where gales uplift
And toss o’er the flats below,
Where the sun flings down his jeweled-crown
And the ice fields thieve its glow.
Theres’s a figure lithe and stalwart
That comes o’er the slopes alone,
He tramps along with step made strong
By muscle, and brain and bone,
Robust his form, and his heart as warm
As lights from a ruby thrown.
There’s a pathway onward strenching
From him to sun a’set
It lies and gleams like a things in dreams,
Umarred by his snowshoe yet,
Turn where he may there lies the way
Of gold for his feet to fret.
There’s a long, long track behind him,
Fields lie to the fore unpressed,
He marks his way by sun’s clear ray
And follows it with zest,
The Phantom glows o’er the roadless snow,
‘Twixt him and the yellow west.
E. Pauline Johson Tekahionwake
1889-1898
[/pre]
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
The Girl Online I have not
)
The Girl Online
I have not met her
She captivates my thoughts
I have not seen her
She intrigues my imagination
I have not heard her
Her words tantalize and tiltillate
I have not touched her
Only in my dreams
I don't know her
And yet, somehow, I do.
(Bunnysprite, Melbourne 2007)
Hearty greetings to all my friends (online and offline) :-)
Love, Michi
