The procession of the months: the verses by Beatrice Crane; the designs by Walter Crane, [1889]. Typ 8302.89.10 Houghton Library, Harvard University Now wildly sweeps the wind, And wildly drives the sleet DECEMBER fast draws nigh Wrapped close from head to feet. . Her eyes glance restlessly From shaken tree to plain, The dark hair … Continue reading December Poem
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November Poem
Verse by Beatrice Crane; Design by Walter Crane. Now chill & gray November Comes slowly o’er the plain, Drearily the winter wind Sings songs of future pain. . Wrapped closely in deep grey, She scarcely will let pass A little ray of sun To cheer the sodden grass. . She scatters with her hand The … Continue reading November Poem
The Month of September
Verse by Beatrice Crane; Design by Walter Crane. Now rich SEPTEMBER comes,For autumn-tide is nigh,And purple grapes hangFrom clinging vines on high. Her golden coloured robeIs shot with sunset light;Her hair is shaded 'neathA wreath of vine-leaves bright. Her clear brown eyes gaze forth,And quickly does she see.Where are the ruddy apples,And shakes them from … Continue reading The Month of September
The Month of August
Verse by Beatrice Crane; Design by Walter Crane. Before the heat of day,All in the misty morn,Comes AUGUST with her giftsTo men of yellow corn. With shining hair bound up,And deep blue misty eyes,And lips the color ofThe poppies that she ties: Her soft size-colored robeDoth flutter to her feet;her lap is full of corn,And … Continue reading The Month of August
Poem: For Someone Who Did You Wrong
FOR SOMEONE WHO DID YOU WRONG By John O'Donohue Though its way is to strikeIn a dumb rhythm,Stroke upon stroke,As though the heartWere an anvil,The hurt you sentHad a mind of its own. Something in you knewExactly how to shape it,To hit the targetSlipping into the heartThrough some wound-windowLeft open since childhood. While it struck … Continue reading Poem: For Someone Who Did You Wrong
My Poem: The Rose is My Lotus Flower
The rose is my lotus flowerIts scent so divineIts colors so sublimeIts petals so soft It's a symbol of loveThe rose is my lotus flowerIt also emerges from mudIt also reaches for the heavens It survives droughts and floodsThe lotus of the prairieThe rose is my lotus flowerAs its bud opens beautifully My heart transcends … Continue reading My Poem: The Rose is My Lotus Flower
…or Text Instead of Call?
Photo credit: Dra. Blues, Flickr Don't use the phone.People are never ready to answer it.Use poetry.---Jack Kerouac
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