I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree — Joyce Kilmer Beauty in a tree is it’s own reason for being: if you remember the beauty that is seen, then when a different season arrives, you can always go back and relish again the one that ‘was’. Of course … Continue reading `Beckoning Pines
I eventually started this poem in an effort to better it each time I ran across it. It has become such a habit that each time I see it, I add something.
Why not take advantage of this historical moment…
ALTERED ART FALL — 1998 Fall — 1998 Leaves turned golden, fallen to the ground Rustle in friendly harmony, found one With Mother earth and nature’s way Partners in incessant change today Sun-kissed blessings lull with practiced ease Artfully concealing winter’s tease And all too soon they whisk away the glow Then blanket under cold … Continue reading Altered Art
Mountain Serenity by Marie Atwood, 2018 Have you ever considered why? I have no idea why it is that way for me, but I am intrigued by such things and perhaps it gives my mind something to consider. If it were put to a test I would say that it may be because it utilizes … Continue reading Mountain Serenity