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 […]

Poem: Amy Lowell, Lilacs

“Lilacs, False Blue, White, Purple, Colour of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England … Lilacs in dooryards Holding quiet conversation with an early moon; Lilacs watching a deserted house; … Lilacs, wind-beaten, staggering under a lopsided shock of bloom, You are everywhere.” – Amy Lowell

Goose Girl And Border Collie

Spring rides no horses down the hill, But comes on foot, a goose-girl still. And all the loveliest things there be Come simply, so, it seems to me. If ever I said, in grief or pride, I tired of honest things, I lied: And should be cursed forevermore With Love in laces, like a whore, […]

Colors Of Autumn

Took this photo a couple of days ago. In a few more days, the rest of the green leaves will be turning red, then it will be bare till next spring. This work A Pondering Mind is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.

Changing Seasons

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. -George Santayana This work A Pondering Mind is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.