Musings
Random Thoughts and Reflections
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Winterland
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
~~~Emily Bronte
Monday, January 20, 2014
Thursday, January 09, 2014
An Ode to Ruskin Bond
One of my all time favorites --
(Poem #1364) It Isn't Time That's Passing
-- Ruskin Bond
(Poem #1364) It Isn't Time That's Passing
Remember the long ago when we lay together In a pain of tenderness and counted Our dreams: long summer afternoons When the whistling-thrush released A deep sweet secret on the trembling air; Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows, Black rose in the long ago summer, This was your song: It isn't time that's passing by, It is you and I.
Wednesday, January 08, 2014
Friday, October 18, 2013
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