from burnéd stump awake the seed
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Waking up to spring
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
The light in the leaves
“Oh, look how beautiful the sun is shining through the trees!” I said, drunk on the last golden light of evening glowing through the golden leaves of the ginko trees.
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Garden tales
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. — Ruth Stout It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. — Charles Dickens In the…
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come to dust
Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o’ the great; Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke; Care no more to…
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maidens drowned
There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
the dryness and the rain
after completing messes of men, the first part of my photography project inspired by mewithoutYou’s brother, sister, cranking the second part out was surprisingly easy. as part of this shoot i learned about betta fish and discovered just how many things cockle burrs can latch onto. [and how cold 40-degree weather can be — thanks…
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messes of men
i’ve talked before about my love for mewithoutYou’s album brother, sister, and my desire to “illustrate” it, so to speak, through photography and other media. a desire four or five years in the making finally got off the ground last march when i did two shoots based on “messes of men,” the first song on…
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the spy who stayed out in the cold
the following photos illustrate the story of ingrid … but what precisely that story is remains for you to discover. innocence abroad and the gogglette bring you … the spy who stayed out in the cold.
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innocence explained
Joy is not naivete. To be innocent is not to be ignorant. To rejoice in hope is to be a light in the darkness.
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adventures arranged
What if you could step out of your normal everyday life for a hour or two and into the midst of an adventure particular to you?
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awake
waiting
o God beyond time, help me to wait well.
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the end
everything that begins must finish
nor would i wish it to continue
dear those these days have been
have you seen such beauty?
have you ever seen
such beauty that you could not
put it into words?
thanksgiving on the prairie
gold-bleached grasses bend
in the wind while ice frosts
the slender fingers of every
black-barked tree
two for joy
there’s warmth in the breezes
and dew on the grass
whisp’ring spring will soon be here
every ordinary hour
leaves fall one by one
off the tree, covering
violets, milkweed, and
every slumbering thing
a dinner of herbs
though we have no fig in flower
nor heavy grapes upon the vine
in between the lines
emily, i am tired —
emily, what shall i write?
how to be a poet
be not prideful through your given gift of words —
each one who listens must tell what he has heard
