The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing – from Winter Trees by Sylvia Plath read more Early […]
The trees along this city street, Save for the traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet As trees in country lanes… – from City Trees […]
The little path that winds down along the slope plunges through cane-tufts and opens suddenly into the orchard among the moss-green trunks of the lemon trees. – from The Lemon […]
Bright is the earth where the dark shadows lie, Cast by the beams of a glittering sky. Praise for the shadows when earth days are done; For the darker the […]
Earth’s the right place for love: I don’t know where it’s likely to go better. I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a […]
A sleeper, they used to call it— … like coffin lids, those leftover slabs, their new-sawn faces turning gold and brown … – from Sleepers by David Black read more […]
When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. – from When great trees fall by Maya Angelou […]
All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! – from Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams (1883-1963) read more Heron Island, St Albans, December 2016 […]
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. – from The […]
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, … Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. […]