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Reluctance
by Robert Frost And the dead leaves lie huddled and still, No longer blown hither and thither; The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch-hazel wither … As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. Robert Frost Related posts: After…
It was November
by Lucy Maud Montgomery It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. As featured…
Some of the Days in November
by Gladys Taber Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise. As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. Gladys Taber Related posts: I am Quite Wicked With Roses Most People,…
November by Maggie Dietz
by Maggie Dietz Show’s over, folks. And didn’t October do A bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated cries Of migrating geese, low-floating coral moon. Nothing left but fool’s gold in the trees. Did I love it enough, the full-throttle foliage, While it lasted? Was I dazzled? The bees Have up and quit their last-ditch…
Lovely Mosquito
by Doug MacLeod Lovely mosquito, attacking my arm As quiet and still as a statue, Stay right where you are! I’ll do you no harm- I simply desire to pat you. Just puncture my veins and swallow your fill For, nobody’s going to swot you. Now, lovely mosquito, stay perfectly still – A SWIPE! And…
Mosquito
by David Sollis Announcing your arrival In a high-pitch buzzing-tone. As a tactic for survival, You’re seldom on your own. Red lumps display where you have been Often felt, but rarely seen. But if I catch a glimpse of you, my little vampire chum, I’ll make sure you get what you’re due And crush you…
The Potato
by Joseph Stroud Three days into the journey I lost the Inca Trail and scrambled around the Andes in a growing panic when on a hillside below the snowline I met a farmer who pointed the way- Machu Picchu allá, he said. He knew where I wanted to go. From my pack, I pulled out…
Potato
by Jane Kenyon In haste one evening while making dinner I threw away a potato that was spoiled on one end. The rest would have been redeemable. In the yellow garbage pail, it became the consort of coffee grounds, banana skins, carrot peelings. I pitched it onto the compost where steaming scraps and leaves return,…
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They…
The Brook
by Alfred Lord Tennyson I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip’s farm,…
Summer’s Lease
by William Shakespeare Summer’s lease hath all too short a date. As featured onThe Daily Gardener podcast: Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all. William Shakespeare Related posts: O Sound to Rout the Brood of Cares August Ah! Sun-flower There’s Rosemary That’s for Remembrance Mosquito
Midsummer Joys
by Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr. Give me the joys of summer, Of Summer Queen so fair, With a wealth of lovely flowers And fruits and sun-kissed air! Talk not to me of winter With ice and frost and snow, Nor changing spring and autumn When howling winds will blow. No, I will take the joys…
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