Monday, October 14, 2013

November Morning

A tingling, misty marvel
Blew hither in the night,
And now the little peach-trees
Are clasped in frozen light.

Upon the apple-branches
An icy film is caught,
With trailing threads of gossamer
In pearly patterns wrought.

The autumn sun, in wonder,
Is gayly peering through
This silver-tissued network
Across the frosty blue.

The weather-vane is fire-tipped,
The honeysuckle shows
A dazzling icy splendor,
And crystal is the rose."

-    Evaleen Stein.

Charles Wysocki

 Charles Wysocki

I Sit and Think

 I sit beside the fire and
 think of all that I have seen,
 of meadow-flowers and butterflies
 in summers that have been; 
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
 in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver
 sun and wind upon my hair.
 I sit beside the fire and think
 of how the world will be
 when winter comes without
 a spring that I shall ever see.

 For still there are so many things
 that I have never seen:
 in every wood in every spring
 there is a different green.
 I sit beside the fire and
 think of people long ago,

 and people who will see a world
 that I shall never know.
 But all the while I sit and think
 of times there were before,
 I listen for returning feet
 and voices at the door.

 J R R Tolkien ~

Morning Walk

A sweet melody on the lips,
Pack's snug on the hips,
Feel the early morning nip,
Far away a lonely farm.

Breathing in the mountain air,
A chipmunk chatters over there,
Bliss and beauty everywhere,
A little bird sings his song.

Feeling nature's harmony,
Wild apples are sweet honey,
Trees majestic so many,
Beauty shows in every form.

The trail entrances with her charm,
An overwhelming sense of calm,
Body, spirit, arm in arm,
Nature is soul's soothing balm.


The Magic Appletree


by Helen H. Moore

Apples, apples, what a treat,
sweet and tart and good to eat.
Apples green and apples red,
hang from branches overhead,
and when they ripen, down they drop,
so we can taste our apple crop.