Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
This turkey vulture was soaring in the wind over the Kankakee River this weekend; really enjoying the day and making the whole world look like a playground. Such joy was beautiful!
Monday, February 27, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
I watched the Red Winged Blackbirds feed the young they raised in this feat of engineering that will last a few more seasons yet, but will probably never be used again.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
...From the memories of the bird that chanted me,
From your memories, sad brother---
from the fitful risings and fallings I heard,
From under that yellow half moon,
late risen, and swollen as if with tears,
From those beginning notes of sickness and love,
There in that transparent mist,
From the thousand responses of my heart,
Never to cease,
From the myriad thence aroused words,
From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
From such, as now they start, the scene revisiting,
As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,
Born hither, ere all eludes me, hurriedly,
A man yet, by these tears a little boy again,...
Walt Whitman-Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
A magnificent afternoon in February.
Friday, February 17, 2012
This morning spring appeared in the wind. Just like the morning that comes every July with a breathe of the winter to come---today, in February, spring's breathe has blown in.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Your eyes and the valley are memories,
Your eyes fire and the valley a bowl,
It was here a moonrise crept over the timberline,
It was here we turned the coffee cups up side down,
And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.
I will see you again tomorrow,
I will see you again in a million years,
I will never know your dark eyes again,
These are three ghosts I keep.
These are three sumac-red dogs I run with.
All of it wraps and knots to a riddle,
I have the moon, the timberline, and you,
All three are gone, and I keep all three.
Carl Sandburg, Valley Song
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
LOVERS, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.
Robert Frost ---Wind and Window Flower
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
How like a winter hath my absence been,
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year,
What freezings have I felt, What dark days seen!
....And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
--William Shakespeare Sonnet 97