tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:25:55 +0000Henry Wadsworth LongfellowWilliam Cullen BryantAlbert BierstadtMary OliverAmy LowellDonna BlackWalter de la MareWilliam WordsworthHenry Van DykeLucy Maud MontgomeryPercy Bysshe ShelleyVincent van GoghAndrew WyethAutumnCelia ThaxterEdna St. Vincent MillayHelen Hunt JacksonJames Russell LowellJohn KeatsJohn William WaterhouseMadison CaweinRalph Waldo EmersonRobert FrostSamuel Taylor ColeridgeSummerTo AutumnWilliam Butler Yeats"Pinkie"A Child in the GardenA Forest HymnA Grain of SandA Nocturnal ReverieA Rocky CoveA Study in MarchA Teacher's TributeA Thing of BeautyA Winter DayAlbert LavaultAlberta DrediaAlfred Thompson BricherAmerican GothicAmethyst Hummingbird with a White OrchidAn April DayAnne BronteAnne FinchApples of HesperidesApril's CharmsAutumn In the GardenAutumn Landscape by Vincent van GoghAutumn LeavesAutumn Winds Of HomeAutumn in AmericaAutumn on the HudsonBeesBenjamin Williams LeaderBird's Nest and PrimroseBirdsBlowBouquet of Flowers in an UrnBridal Veil FallsBy An Inland LakeCamille PissarroCarl SandburgCarman BlissChilde HassamChristina RossettiChristmas GiftsClaude McKayClaude MichelClaude MonetClaude T. PicardCloud ShadowsColin/The Three WitchesConsider the Lilies of the FieldCrashing WavesDavid Paich/Jeff PorcaroDennis Miller BunkerDylan ThomasEarly AcadiaEarth VoicesElinor WylieEmily Pauline JohnsonEvangelineEvangeline Part I Canto IEvangeline Part I Canto IIEvangeline Part I Canto IIIEvangeline Part I Canto IVEvangeline Part I Canto VEvangeline Part II Canto IEvangeline Part II Canto IIEvangeline Part II Canto IIIEvangeline Part II Canto IVEvangeline Part II Canto VFanciesFawn in a ThicketFebruaryField and Forest CallFour Cut SunflowersFox in SnowFranklin Stanwood/Mount LafayetteFred VarleyFrederic Edwin ChurchFrederic Lord LeightonFrost at MidnightFruits of AutumnGarden of HesperidesGeorgia O'KeeffeGertrude McClainGiuseppe ArcimboldoGoldfishGrant WoodGreat Blue HeronGuestsGustave CourbetHarold HarveyHarriet Beecher StoweHelen Jackson HuntHenri MatisseHorace G. GroserHunters in the SnowI Wandered Lonely As A CloudIdes of MarchIn the AndesIn the MountainsJohn Greenleaf WhittierInscription for the Entrance to a WoodIntimations of ImmortalityIsle of Shoals GardenJames HarrisJames PealJames Whitcomb RileyJan van HuysumJasper Francis CropseyJim WarrenJohn ClareJohn Everett MillaisJohn Henry TwatchmanJohn LaFargeJohn William InchboldJoyce KilmerJuneKahlil GibranKatharine TynanKevin R CarrKhalil GibranKnowledge is PowerLandscape With Apple TreeLate SpringLevi Wells PrenticeLiliesLines Composed on A Winter DayLord George Gordon ByronLouisa May AlcottMacbethMalcom HemphreyMarchMarch WindsMarshlandsMartin Johnson HeadeMaster BedroomMummers' DanceMusicMy April LadyMy DovesMy GardenNarcissusNew BeginningsNorman RockwellOctober's Bright Blue WeatherOde to the West WindOn the TerraceOscar WildePansies and Forger-me-notsPantheaPaul Turner SargentPaul de LongprePerpetuum JazzilePetalsPicking DaffodilsPierre-August RenoirPieter BrueghelPoem in OctoberPoetry and MusicRains in AfricaRenoirRobert William ServiceRosa BonheurSamuel ScottSeptemberShe Walks in BeautySierrra NevadaSilverSleeping in the ForestSnow GeeseSnowflakesSolitudeSong of the FlowerSong of the Witches/ShakespeareSophie AndersonSorollaSouthern SunriseSpring BouquetSpring MuseStarry NightStopping By Woods On a Snowy EveningStormy WeatherStream in SummerStrolling Along The SeasoreSummer DaySummer StormSummer StorySummer WindSummer's RainSunriseSunset View of CatskillsSylvia PlathTHE PEACE OF WILD THINGSThanksgivingThe Autumn/Elizabeth Barrett BrowningThe Beauty of DeathThe CloudsThe Crocus/Louisa Anne Twamley MeredithThe DaffodilsThe FawnThe FogThe IslandThe Lake Isle of InnisfreeThe Planting of the Apple TreeThe QuestionThe Raven/Edgar Allan PoeThe Raven/Édouard ManetThe Road Not TakenThe SandpiperThe SunflowersThe SwanThe Turtle DoveThe Vision of Sir LaunfalThe Wild Swans of CooleThe WoodcutterThe Wooded Path in Autumn/BrendegildeThe Worship of NatureThe Yellow VioletThomasThomas ColeHills of HomeThomas LawrenceThomas MoranTiger LiliesTo A WaterfowlTo An Early DaffodilTo NatureTreesVan GoghVelvet ShoesViola bifolaWendell BerryWestminster BridgeWhen The Frost is On The PunkinWild March WindWild Roses in a White PorcelainWillaim Wilsey MartinWilliam Adolphe BouguereauWilliam BlakeWilliam CurtissWilliam Henry DaviesWilliam Henry HuntWilliam Stanley BraithwaiteWilliam Wilford CampbellWindWind Beaten TreeWind Beating the TreeWindsweptWinslow HomerWinterWinter DuskWinter NightWinter in the CountryWritten In Marchand Berriesbotanical artnature conservationsurrealismto The Blackberryhttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)Blogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-3279869716077564398Sat, 22 Feb 2014 17:34:00 +00002014-02-22T11:34:29.788-06:00 Magic Sprinkles by Donna Black One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-journey.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-255613603309666275Thu, 01 Sep 2011 23:39:00 +00002011-09-01T18:55:06.554-05:00Samuel ScottWestminster BridgeWilliam WordsworthEarth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/composed-on-westminster-bridge.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-612247743979610981Mon, 08 Aug 2011 14:20:00 +00002011-08-08T09:20:46.965-05:00Donna BlackSummer's Rain The dusty, cracked earth cried out for mercy from the blazing sun. The cicadas song rose repeatedly, a prayer for relief from the endless, arid days. The garden flowers bowed low in the withering grass Grateful for a drink from the hand of man.    Suddenly, a soft breeze stirred. Dark, moisture laden clouds gathered And soft rain fell from heaven Preparing the thirsty ground for morehttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/summers-rain.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-3023637545093586816Sun, 07 Aug 2011 14:18:00 +00002011-08-07T12:27:05.891-05:00By An Inland LakeFrederic Edwin ChurchIn the AndesWilliam Stanley Braithwaite In the Andes/Frederic Edwin Church LONG drawn, the cool, green shadows Steal o'er the lake's warm breast, And the ancient silence follows The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers, And dreams of countless Junes, Return when the lake-wind murmurs Thro' golden, August William Stanley Braithwaitehttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/08/by-inland-lake.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-1326303637556351739Fri, 03 Jun 2011 22:29:00 +00002011-06-05T03:40:21.291-05:00Inscription for the Entrance to a WoodSolitudeThomasThomas MoranWilliam Cullen Bryant Solitude/Thomas Moran STRANGER, if thou hast learned a truth which needs No school of long experience, that the world Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares, To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood And view the haunts of nature. The calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/06/inscription-for-entrance-to-wood.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-3575346331781516917Sun, 10 Apr 2011 15:11:00 +00002011-04-10T10:11:26.113-05:00Henry Van DykeMy April LadyOn the TerracePierre-August Renoir On the Terrace/ Pierre-Auguste Renoir When down the stair at morning  The sunbeams round her float,  Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; The gladness of her greeting Is gold without alloy; And in the morning sunlight I think her name is Joy.  When in the evening twilight The quiet book-room lies,  We read the sad old ballads, While from her hidden eyes&http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-april-lady.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-9166650601427660714Mon, 14 Mar 2011 14:00:00 +00002011-03-14T10:31:06.181-05:00Bird's Nest and PrimroseCarman BlissEarth VoicesWilliam Henry Hunt William Henry Hunt/Bird's Nest and Primrose II heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire.I am the breath of being, The primal urge of things; I am the whirl of star dust, I am the lift of wings."I am the splendid impulse That comes before the thought, The joy and exaltation Wherein the life is caught."Across the sleeping furrows http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/earth-voices.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-647747435651866962Sat, 12 Mar 2011 13:36:00 +00002011-03-12T07:42:05.050-06:00Christina RossettiConsider the Lilies of the FieldJohn Henry TwatchmanTiger Lilies Tiger Lilies/John Henry Twatchman Flowers preach to us if we will hear:-- The rose saith in the dewy morn, I am most fair; Yet all my loveliness is born Upon a thorn. The poppy saith amid the corn: Let but my scarlet head appear And I am held in scorn; Yet juice of subtle virtue lies Within my cup of curious dyes. The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity. The violets http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/consider-lilies-of-field.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-3033435531693489420Thu, 10 Mar 2011 06:56:00 +00002011-03-11T03:06:05.715-06:00The Yellow VioletViola bifolaWilliam Cullen BryantWilliam Curtiss Viola bifola/ William Curtiss When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from the last year's leaves below.Ere russet fields their green resume, Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare, To meet thee, when thy faint perfume Alone is in the virgin air.Of all her train, the hands of Spring First plant thee in the watery mould, And Ihttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/yellow-violet.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-1876974831378700186Wed, 09 Mar 2011 13:29:00 +00002011-03-09T07:34:30.557-06:00Andrew WyethIdes of MarchMarchWilliam Cullen Bryant Ides of March/Andrew Wyeth The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies.Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me.For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, Andhttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/march.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-3519441698964650796Sat, 05 Mar 2011 19:55:00 +00002011-03-05T13:55:29.149-06:00Horace G. GroserMarch WindsVan GoghWind Beaten Tree Vincent van Gogh/ A Wind-beaten Tree Blow, winds of March, and bring the brightening days! Blow, ruthless winds! for life is in your breath. The moorland skies are colourless as death, Bleak are the meads and all the woodland ways. Earth faints for glimpses of the unseen blue, So long deferred the hope of shining hours. O stormy winds! the trees and waking flowers Are calling, and their cry ishttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-winds.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-593141528896183413Sat, 15 Jan 2011 16:02:00 +00002011-03-09T07:32:14.418-06:00Gertrude McClainNew Beginnings Goldfinch/Photo by Donna Black New Beginnings It's only the beginning now ...a pathway yet unknown At times the sound of other steps ...sometimes we walk alone The best beginnings of our lives May sometimes end in sorrow But even on our darkest days The sun will shine tomorrow. So we must do our very best Whatever life may bring And look beyond the winter chill To smell the http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-beginnings_15.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-1668299709553520715Wed, 22 Dec 2010 18:32:00 +00002010-12-22T12:32:44.698-06:00Alberta DrediaChristmas GiftsSophie AndersonThe Turtle Dove The Turtle Dove by Sophie Anderson Of all the gifts That Christmas brings, The best are made Of little things:Melody of carols all the year, Cheer to friends that you hold dear; Courage to someone else to start Some task for which he hasn't heart;Thoughts for those having less than you, Faith though the future's not in view; Fun and laughter to go everywhere, Kindness to show how much you carehttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-gifts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-3775588799455185165Sun, 31 Oct 2010 11:08:00 +00002010-10-31T06:08:00.552-05:00Colin/The Three WitchesMacbethSong of the Witches/ShakespeareAlexandre-Marie Colin The Three Witches from "Macbeth" Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn and caldron bubble.Fillet of a fenny snake,In the caldron boil and bake;Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog,Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,For a charm of powerful trouble,Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/song-of-witches.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-447552303709810746Wed, 13 Oct 2010 11:17:00 +00002010-10-13T06:20:28.068-05:00The Raven/Edgar Allan PoeThe Raven/Édouard ManetThe Raven/Édouard ManetOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-- Only this and nothing more."  Ah, distinctly I remember http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/raven.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-1898483955528599962Sat, 02 Oct 2010 13:42:00 +00002010-10-02T08:44:11.565-05:00The Autumn/Elizabeth Barrett BrowningThe Wooded Path in Autumn/BrendegildeA Wooded Path in Autumn/Brendegilde Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound.The summer sun is faint on them — The summer flowers depart — Sit still — as all transform’d to stone, Except your musing heart.How there you sat in summer-time, May yet be in your mind; And how you heard the green woods sing Beneath the fresheninghttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn_02.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-6042545259890101680Fri, 01 Oct 2010 16:20:00 +00002010-10-01T11:20:48.501-05:00A Teacher's TributeDonna BlackKnowledge is PowerNorman Rockwell Knowledge is Power by Norman Rockwell One said he was lazy. One said he was rude. But, you came along saying, "Things can improve." "All of my students are possibly A's. Let's try a bit more consistency, please." How sweet and refreshing to believe that you can be all that's expected in the eye of a man. A spirit of hope ignites in your heart. And, you charge forth with courage to live up http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/10/teachers-tribute.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-1598473434507095556Fri, 16 Jul 2010 10:00:00 +00002010-07-17T09:08:24.285-05:00Poppies Isle of Shoals/F. Childe HassamHere is a problem, a wonder for all to see. Look at this marvelous thing I hold in my hand! This is a magic surprising, a mystery Strange as a miracle, harder to understand. What is it? Only a handful of earth: to your touch A dry rough powder you trample beneath your feet, Dark and lifeless; but think for a moment, how much It hides and holds that is http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/dust.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-1831979305260130170Thu, 15 Jul 2010 13:43:00 +00002010-07-15T08:49:29.564-05:00Celia ThaxterChilde HassamGuestsIsle of Shoals GardenIsle of Shoals Garden/Childe Hassam Sunflower tall and hollyhock, that wave in the  wind together, Corn-flower, poppy, and marigold, blossoming fair and fine, Delicate sweet-peas, glowing bright in the quiet  autumn weather, While over the fence, on fire with bloom, climbs the nasturtium vine! Quaint little wilderness of flowers, straggling  hither and thither - morning-glories http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/guests.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-2584539558254248844Wed, 14 Jul 2010 13:25:00 +00002010-07-14T08:25:20.655-05:00Celia ThaxterThe Sandpiper Childe Hassam Across the lonely beach we flit,  One little sandpiper and I,  And fast I gather, but by bit,  The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry.  The wild waves reach their hands for it,  The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,  As up and down the beach we flit,  One little sandpiper and I.  Above our heads the sullen clouds  Scud, blackhttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/sandpiper.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-1816274631790110338Tue, 13 Jul 2010 14:08:00 +00002010-07-13T09:08:29.664-05:00The Lake Isle of InnisfreeWilliam Butler Yeats Childe Hassam/Thaxter in her GardenI will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee; And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/lake-isle-of-innisfree.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-3489372493855419870Sat, 26 Jun 2010 01:54:00 +00002010-06-25T20:54:29.749-05:00LiliesMary Oliver I have been thinking about living like the lilies that blow in the fields. They rise and fall in the edge of the wind, and have no shelter from the tongues of the cattle, and have no closets or cupboards, and have no legs. Still I would like to be as wonderful as the old idea. But if I were a lily I think I would wait all day for the green face of the hummingbird to touch me. What I http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/lilies-by-mary-oliver.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-3459037340055079794Sun, 13 Jun 2010 15:29:00 +00002010-06-24T15:23:09.013-05:00Great Blue HeronJames HarrisTHE PEACE OF WILD THINGSWendell Berry Great Blue Heron/James Harris When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still waterhttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/peace-of-wild-things.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-6509329033738403406Fri, 11 Jun 2010 23:37:00 +00002010-06-11T21:37:49.626-05:00Edna St. Vincent MillayFawn in a ThicketRosa BonheurThe FawnFawn in a Thicket by Rosa Bonheur There it was I saw what I shall never forget And never retrieve. Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to believe, He lay, yet there he lay, Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft small ebony hoves, The child of the doe, the dappled child of the deer. Surely his mother had never said, "Lie here Till I return," so spotty and plain to see http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/fawn.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-7833588726344613767Wed, 02 Jun 2010 10:46:00 +00002010-06-02T05:46:29.210-05:00Georgia O'Keeffe I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty. Georgia O'Keeffe http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-that-if-i-could-paint-that-flower-in.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)