If you listen closely
April 1, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Photo by Richard Fogg
Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
~ Maya Angelou
Oh, the company we keep!
March 29, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Beyond flattered that Fogg in the Cockpit is No. 4 today, and keeping company with Leonardo da Vinci and Elon Musk!
With scented dew still wet
March 25, 2020 by Leave a Comment
A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet—
One perfect rose.
~ Dorothy Parker
Photo by Richard Fogg
A whisper of warmth
March 18, 2020 by Leave a Comment
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The geese are finding their voices.
Broken cackles
on dark mornings.
A restlessness for the North.
And hidden shoots
unfurl in freedom.
Called into being
by a whisper of warmth.
The long night closes,
as a faint light
streaks the dawn.
And my broken voice
sings once more.
~ Lyn McCrave
Leaving in the water
March 11, 2020 by Leave a Comment
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Mallards
leaving in the water
rippled sky
~ Penny Harter
Drowsing forth a prosy song
March 5, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Photos by Richard Fogg
Little chemic-artisan,
Doing work no other can,
Deep in dewy nectaries,
Petal-walled refectories–
Apple-blossom, columbine,
Rose and lily, all are thine,
Yet, though oft thy weight they bear,
Dost thou know how they are fair?
What’s a lily? What’s a rose?
Down the golden lane he goes,
Drowsing forth a prosy song,
“Honey! Honey!” all day long.
~ Arthur Guiterman
Wild Geese
March 3, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Photo by Richard Fogg
High through the drenched and hollow night their wings
Beat northward hard on winter’s trail. The sound
Of their confused and solemn voices, borne
Athwart the dark to their long arctic morn,
Comes with a sanction and an awe profound,
A boding of unknown, foreshadowed things.
~ Charles G. D. Roberts.
Come and marvel at the sunset!
February 26, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Photo by Richard Fogg
Come and marvel at the sunset!
Lo—a storm is brooding near,—
All the thirsty world imploring,
In a mood akin to fear.
Like a beaker in her fingers
Holds the world the valley high,
Mountain-lipped and cañon-hearted,
To the largess of the sky.
~ Ruby Archer.
