“When you go owling you don’t need words or warm or anything but hope. That’s what Pa says. The kind of hope that flies on silent wings under a shining Owl Moon.” ~ Excerpt from Owl Moon by Jane Yolen.
Fragile petals
May 10, 2020 by Leave a Comment
Love may be wind-tossed as a blue flax flower,
Or hold its fragile petals but an hour,
Vanish with frost; still, roots that drink the rain,
Eternal as ours, will live…and bloom again.
~ Mary L. Kienholz.
Photo by Richard Fogg
One lonely hour
November 14, 2019 by Leave a Comment
Photo by Richard Fogg
When insect wings are glistening in the beam
Of the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright,
Oh, let me, by the crystal valley-stream,
Wander amid the mild and mellow light;
And while the redbreast pipes his evening lay,
Give me one lonely hour to hymn the setting day.
~ William Cullen Bryant.
