Riding Westward

I turn my back to thee, but to receiveCorrections, till thy mercies bid thee leave.O think me worth thine anger, punish me,Burn off my rusts, and my deformity,Restore thine image, so much, by thy grace,That thou mayest know me, and I’ll turn my face. – John Donne Continue reading Riding Westward

And as Color is but the Particular Tribute that All Things Pay to Universal Light

Knowledge of anything being just an insighttones juxtapose, lines joinimmediate whole simultaneousimplicit harmony revealing beautyexpress hills, pine trees, a pond, sun drifting through;adopting perspectives of all the endless complexitypure ideas form movementopen your home to the windsretreat to the perfect nook of a peaceful valleyall we need for our well-beingto lengthen or shorten our vision … Continue reading And as Color is but the Particular Tribute that All Things Pay to Universal Light

Newton the Salamander

These are the summersI said always then;those were the summersI only say now.Jobs were for spending moneyneither would last too longmore and another would come.Lovers were for funand there will neverbe another like they.I had a red-backed salamander –does any one remember whyI chose the name Newton?One day Newton escapedfrom the glass terrarium;Jeanne found Newton … Continue reading Newton the Salamander

Sometimes The Ephemeral Nature Of Things Such That They Are

The gazebo is a place of solitude, I know,a screened place where one’s thoughts grow,and rhododendron with showy flowers stand highupon the surrounding ground pointed to the sky. The gazebo is a tranquil place I love,anointed by the power of nature and peace above.It is a place where, surely, others yearnand welcomes still those who … Continue reading Sometimes The Ephemeral Nature Of Things Such That They Are