tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393Thu, 01 Dec 2011 13:22:26 +0000John ClareFox in SnowOctober's Bright Blue WeatherWilliam Stanley BraithwaiteThe Planting of the Apple TreeThe Road Not TakenBlowOn the TerraceMalcom HemphreyKatharine TynanSeptemberEvangelinenature conservationWilliam CurtissWillaim Wilsey MartinWilliam Wilford CampbellAutumn Winds Of HomeHarriet Beecher StoweWild Roses in a White PorcelainWild March WindThe SandpiperConsider the Lilies of the FieldMacbethEmily Pauline JohnsonRobert William ServiceHunters in the SnowFred VarleyA Rocky CoveAnne FinchJames Russell Lowell"Pinkie"FebruaryThe Crocus/Louisa Anne Twamley MeredithBeesPaul Turner SargentFrederic Lord LeightonJasper Francis CropseyWinterKnowledge is PowerJan van HuysumMy April LadyThomas ColeHills of HomeAlbert BierstadtThe Autumn/Elizabeth Barrett BrowningChristmas GiftsMarchWinslow HomerJohn Henry TwatchmanLines Composed on A Winter DayClaude MonetSnow GeeseGertrude McClainThe Vision of Sir LaunfalDennis Miller BunkerPoetry and MusicThe FawnClaude McKayShe Walks in BeautyHorace G. GroserRenoirGarden of HesperidesAutumn In the Gardenbotanical artSong of the FlowerCrashing WavesWind Beaten TreeEvangeline Part I Canto IIIThanksgivingThe FogEarth VoicesThe Worship of NatureBouquet of Flowers in an UrnThe Beauty of DeathMummers' DanceWhen The Frost is On The PunkinBy An Inland LakeAlbert LavaultFanciesFruits of AutumnKhalil GibranWilliam Henry DaviesA Teacher's TributeJames PealPercy Bysshe ShelleyEvangeline Part II Canto IVA Study in MarchSummer StoryIsle of Shoals GardenFranklin Stanwood/Mount LafayetteIdes of MarchSummer WindOscar WildePetalsMary OliverPantheaThe CloudsKevin R CarrTo An Early Daffodiland BerriesThe Wild Swans of CooleThe Turtle DoveClaude T. PicardAnne BronteAutumn on the HudsonVelvet ShoesSummer StormSpring MuseAutumnOde to the West WindSolitudeMarshlandsRains in AfricaPierre-August RenoirJames HarrisSunriseEvangeline Part II Canto IIMadison CaweinSamuel ScottSouthern SunriseWindStream in SummerAn April DayColin/The Three WitchesA Nocturnal ReverieFrederic Edwin ChurchThe SwanThe WoodcutterStopping By Woods On a Snowy EveningEvangeline Part II Canto IRalph Waldo EmersonThe QuestionSummer's RainSamuel Taylor ColeridgeA Winter DayI Wandered Lonely As A CloudWestminster BridgeWilliam Cullen BryantAmerican GothicThe SunflowersPicking DaffodilsThomas LawrenceGiuseppe ArcimboldoIn the MountainsJohn Greenleaf WhittierTiger LiliesJohn KeatsWilliam Butler YeatsCarman BlissSophie AndersonSnowflakesThe IslandA Forest HymnThe Raven/Édouard ManetWilliam BlakeIntimations of ImmortalityWritten In MarchAutumn Landscape by Vincent van GoghElinor WyliePaul de LongpreViola bifolaWalter de la MareJim WarrenSpring BouquetWindsweptLandscape With Apple TreeWendell BerryThomas MoranSunset View of CatskillsHelen Hunt JacksonKahlil GibranWinter in the CountryJuneTreesStormy WeatherBird's Nest and PrimroseVincent van GoghPoem in OctoberJohn Everett MillaisSylvia PlathTo A WaterfowlWinter NightPansies and Forger-me-notsMarch WindsA Child in the GardenHarold HarveyMaster BedroomJohn William WaterhouseThe Lake Isle of InnisfreeJohn LaFargeGoldfishSorollaA Thing of BeautyEvangeline Part I Canto IIHenry Wadsworth LongfellowWilliam WordsworthNarcissusEvangeline Part I Canto IVSummerVan GoghField and Forest CallDonna BlackJohn William InchboldJames Whitcomb RileySunlight on the CoastMy GardenGrant WoodWilliam Adolphe BouguereauThomasBirdsChristina RossettiAlfred Thompson BricherAmethyst Hummingbird with a White OrchidSong of the Witches/ShakespeareRosa BonheurStarry NightWilliam Henry HuntApples of HesperidesInscription for the Entrance to a WoodEvangeline Part II Canto VBenjamin Williams LeaderHelen Jackson HuntJoyce KilmerEdna St. Vincent MillayFrost at MidnightAutumn LeavesFawn in a ThicketEarly AcadiaCelia ThaxterDavid Paich/Jeff PorcaroLouisa May AlcottsurrealismLevi Wells PrenticeThe Raven/Edgar Allan PoeAmy LowellChilde HassamFour Cut SunflowersSilverGustave CourbetAndrew WyethLiliesHenry Van DykeThe Yellow Violetto The BlackberryLucy Maud MontgomeryIn the AndesWinter DuskThe Wooded Path in Autumn/BrendegildeMusicLord George Gordon ByronPerpetuum JazzileEvangeline Part I Canto IGeorgia O'KeeffeHenri MatisseMy DovesEvangeline Part I Canto VDylan ThomasA Grain of SandSummer DayStrolling Along The SeasoreLate SpringMartin Johnson HeadeCloud ShadowsGuestsNew BeginningsRobert FrostAutumn in AmericaClaude MichelEvangeline Part II Canto IIIGreat Blue HeronWind Beating the TreeTo NatureThe DaffodilsTo AutumnSierrra NevadaApril's CharmsPieter BrueghelTHE PEACE OF WILD THINGSJohn Greenleaf WhittierBridal Veil FallsNorman RockwellCarl SandburgCamille PissarroSleeping in the ForestAlberta Drediahttp://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)Blogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-255613603309666275Thu, 01 Sep 2011 23:39:00 +00002011-09-01T18:55:06.554-05:00Samuel ScottWilliam WordsworthWestminster BridgeEarth 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 more. It http://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 +00002011-08-07T12:27:05.891-05:00Frederic Edwin ChurchBy An Inland LakeWilliam Stanley BraithwaiteIn the Andes 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 +00002011-06-05T03:40:21.291-05:00William Cullen BryantInscription for the Entrance to a WoodThomasThomas MoranSolitude 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 +00002011-04-10T10:11:26.113-05:00Pierre-August RenoirHenry Van DykeMy April LadyOn the Terrace 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  The tears are 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 +00002011-03-14T10:31:06.181-05:00Earth VoicesCarman BlissWilliam Henry HuntBird's Nest and Primrose 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 +00002011-03-12T07:42:05.050-06:00Consider the Lilies of the FieldChristina RossettiTiger LiliesJohn Henry Twatchman 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 +00002011-03-11T03:06:05.715-06:00William Cullen BryantViola bifolaThe Yellow VioletWilliam 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 +00002011-03-09T07:34:30.557-06:00William Cullen BryantIdes of MarchAndrew WyethMarch 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 +00002011-03-05T13:55:29.149-06:00Van GoghHorace G. GroserMarch WindsWind 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-4885277506265590122Mon, 28 Feb 2011 20:28:00 +00002011-03-05T03:53:34.194-06:00John Greenleaf WhittierWinslow HomerThe Worship of NatureSunlight on the Coast Winslow Homer/ Sunlight on the Coast HE harp at Nature's advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away.   And prayer is made, and praise is given, By all things near and far; The ocean looketh up to heaven, And mirrors every star.   Its waves are kneeling on the strand, As kneels the human knee, Their white locks bowing to the sand, The http://mothernaturesgardenofpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/02/worship-of-nature.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Mother Nature)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1360391869813020393.post-593141528896183413Sat, 15 Jan 2011 16:02:00 +00002011-03-09T07:32:14.418-06:00New BeginningsGertrude McClain 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 +00002010-12-22T12:32:44.698-06:00The Turtle DoveSophie AndersonAlberta DrediaChristmas Gifts 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 +00002010-10-31T06:08:00.552-05:00Song of the Witches/ShakespeareMacbethColin/The Three WitchesAlexandre-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 trouble;Fire 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 it washttp://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 Wooded Path in Autumn/BrendegildeThe Autumn/Elizabeth Barrett BrowningA 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 +00002010-10-01T11:20:48.501-05:00Donna BlackA Teacher's TributeNorman RockwellKnowledge is Power 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 ThaxterGuestsIsle of Shoals GardenChilde HassamIsle 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 tangled about 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 +00002010-07-14T08:25:20.655-05:00The SandpiperCelia Thaxter 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, black and swift, across the sky:  Like silent http://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 +00002010-07-13T09:08:29.664-05:00William Butler YeatsThe Lake Isle of Innisfree 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 +00002010-06-24T15:23:09.013-05:00James HarrisGreat Blue HeronWendell BerryTHE PEACE OF WILD THINGS 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 +00002010-06-11T21:37:49.626-05:00Rosa BonheurEdna St. Vincent MillayThe FawnFawn in a ThicketFawn 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 On 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