An Appropriate Description to What it Was Like Here Shortly After Sunrise

“The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Christina Rossetti Poem: Changing Seasons

“January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny June Brings longest day; In scorched July The storm-clouds fly, Lightning-torn; August bears corn, September fruit; In rough October Earth must disrobe her; Stars fall and shoot In keen November; And night is …

John W. Fellows ~ Poem

I want to hear the simmer Of the old coffee pot; I want to hear it hummin’ When it’d gettin’ good and hot; I want to see the vapor rise, Like incense in the room, And float about a-fillin’ Every corner with perfume. ~John W. Fellows, “The Old Coffee Pot,” in The People’s Home Journal, …

Poem: Walt Whitman, Miracles

“As for me, I know nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, Or stand under the trees in the woods, Or talk by day …