“…Thus in each flower and simple bell, That in our path untrodden lie, Are sweet remembrancers who tell How fast the winged moments fly. Time will steal on with ceaseless pace, Yet lose we not the fleeting hours, Who still their fairy footsteps trace, As light they dance among the flowers.” ~Charlotte Turner Smith (1749–1806)
Originally posted on The Jackson Diner:
A Canada Goose is hiding in the reeds . ?
I bless the time of flowers, And kneel with each new comer. My heart’s a temple all the Summer, Visited through all its hours, Choir’d by every little hummer Of the leafy bowers. Robert Leighten
Tranquil the ocean sun sinks sky orange-red with distance comes moon each wave mutes night circling gulls waves and air water and evening infinite horizon… Everything utters night losing shape eyes closing darkness in wind each wave the water sky and moon go together with these words I paint the sky dark… Ken Carroll