There is another sky

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Photo by Richard Fogg

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there…

Never mind faded forests,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green.
~ Emily Dickinson.

The sun made me adore it

“Life. This morning the sun made me adore it. It had, behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, orange and crimson, of a living being, a rose and an apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise.” ~ Juan Ramón Jiménez.

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Thou art but a tinted ecstasy

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Photo by Richard Fogg

 

O fluttering, gauzy mystery,
Frail-winged creature, glimmering, fleeing,
Thou art but a tinted ecstasy,—
A joy with life and a tireless being.

Thou hast no purpose to guide thy flight,
Nor does thy folly demand forgiving.
Thy wings must beat with thy heart’s delight
In the glorious rapture of merely living!
~ Ruby Archer.

Patience Taught By Nature

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Photo by Richard Fogg

“O Dreary life!” we cry, “O dreary life!”
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife
With Heaven’s true purpose in us, as a knife
Against which we may struggle. Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land: savannah-swards
Unweary sweep: hills watch, unworn; and rife
Meek leaves drop yearly from the forest-trees,
To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass
In their old glory. O thou God of old!
Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these;—
But so much patience, as a blade of grass
Grows by contented through the heat and cold.
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Friendship without envy

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Where in this wide world can man find
nobility without pride,
friendship without envy,
or beauty without vanity?
Here where grace is laced with muscle
and strength by gentleness confined.
~ Ronald Duncan.

 

A Fistful of Sky

Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky. ~ Nina Kiriki Hoffman

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Photo by Richard Fogg

The dust of the aeons

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Have you slept in a tent alone—a tent
Out under the desert sky—
Where a thousand thousand desert miles
All silent round you lie?—
The dust of the aeons of ages dead,
And the peoples that trampled by?

Have you looked in the desert’s painted cup,
Have you smelled at dawn the wild sage musk,
Have you seen the lightning flashing up
From the ground in the desert dusk?

Have you heard the song in the desert rain
(Like the undertone of a wordless rhyme?)
Have you watched the glory of colors flame
In its marvel of blossom time?

Have you lain with your face in your hands, afraid,
Face down—flat down on your face—and prayed,
While the terrible sand storm whirled and swirled
In its soundless fury, and hid the world
And quenched the sun in its yellow glare—
Just you, and your soul, and nothing, there?

If you have, then you know, for you’ve felt its spell,
The lure of the desert land,
And if you have not, then I could not tell—
For you could not understand.

~ Madge Morris Wagner

This is the Song of the Bee

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Photo by Richard Fogg

Buzz! buzz! buzz!
This is the song of the bee.
His legs are of yellow;
A jolly, good fellow,
And yet a great worker is he.

Buzz! buzz! buzz!
From morning’s first light
Till the coming of night,
He’s singing and toiling
The summer day through.
Oh! we may get weary,
And think work is dreary;
‘Tis harder by far
To have nothing to do.
~ Marian Douglas.

All the thirsty world imploring

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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…

See the weirdly golden essence
Lurk along, the shades between,
‘Till it drowns and rolls above them
In triumphant glare of sheen.
~ Ruby Archer

The Forges of the Sunset

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Photo by Richard Fogg

My eyes dim for the skyline
Where purple peaks aspire,
And the forges of the sunset
Flare up in golden fire…

I cry for night-blue shadows
On plain and hill and dome—
The spell of old enchantments,
The sorcery of home.
~ Bliss Carman