A Time To Dream

318

I love the rich earthy smell
right after a storm,
The flavor of heartaches
washed away with
the rain,
The feel of the wind
dancing around me
as I walk barefoot
in tall damp grass.
This is the time to dream,
with misty rainbows and
a pale sun in the distant sky,
And an orange glow to
light my way back home.

Painting Is Poetry

267

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. ~ Leonardo Da Vinci

A Book And A Shady Nook

283

Oh for a book and a shady nook, either indoors or out, with the green leaves whispering overhead, or the street cries all about, where I may read at all my ease, both of the new and old, for a jolly good book, whereon to look, is better to me than gold. ~ John Wilson

Seasons

318

To Everything there is a season,
Someone wiser than me has said
Spring when you wake in the morning,
Winter when you go to bed.