life Happens!
So begins the day, Solid, chill, and gray, But my heart will wake Happy for your sake; No more tossed and wild, Singing like a child, Quiet as a flower In this first gray hour. So my heart will wake Happy, for your sake. — Frances Darwin Cornford
Continue readingI cannot but remember When the year grows old— October—November— How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the swallows Go down across the sky, And turn from the window With a little sharp sigh. And often when the brown leaves Were brittle on the ground, And the wind
Continue readingThe leaves fall, fall as from far, Like distant gardens withered in the heavens; They fall with slow and lingering descent. And in the nights the heavy Earth, too, falls From out the stars into the Solitude. Thus all doth fall. This hand of mine must fall And lo! the
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o spring thaw out my winter’s chill so cold I might be buried still beneath the snow long years I lay as one whose night strong arms had banished from the light to mute my song now wake me from oblivion bow down and lift me to the sun like
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dusk I love who know the morning’s light the night’s darkness, the black and white of yes and no and all false and true I have lived with definite so long with wrong and right, with weak and strong with how much undefined dusk by you for I have seen
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each day has its color radiates each day its own color on the wheel endlessly and they are wrong who say all colors are gray they are blind or else unimaginatively well I remember the primary days the reds and yellows and blues those brilliant saturated hues each its own
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