Thursday, February 28, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?
Yeats---The Cold Heaven
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
The Lover of my youth called the other day,
We talked of a young boy, a young girl,
Of dreams, of places, of two cats in the yard,
The longing was in his voice.
There were our failures laid out in front of us,
Things we could have done---should have done,
There were successes and goals reached;
happiness and the color of the skies
And the longing was in his voice.
And as I hung up the phone,
I found that the longing that I had heard,
was not for that young girl
or for the old woman that she had become.
No---the longing that I heard was for that young boy.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Spring is in the air today---the blue birds were a whirl as they performed their mating dance.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
A LONELY lake, a lonely shore,
A lone pine leaning on the moon;
All night the water-beating wings
Of a solitary loon.
With mournful wail from dusk to dawn
He gibbered at the taunting stars,
A hermit-soul gone raving mad,
And beating at his bars.
Lew Sarett--- The Loon
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Of course, any self respecting ground hog would not be out on a day like today. They're all in their holes slumbering with sweet dreams of summer days.