•January 1, 2009 • Leave a Comment
ANOTHER full-orbed year hath waned to-day,
And set in the irrevocable past,
And headlong whirled long Time’s winged blast
My fluttering rose of youth is borne away:
Ah rose once crimson with the blood of May,
A honeyed haunt where bees would break their fast,
I watch thy scattering petals flee aghast,
And all the flickering rose-lights turning grey.
Poor fool of life! plagued ever with thy vain
Regrets and futile longings! were the years
Not cups o’erbrimming still with gall and tears?
Let go thy puny personal joy and pain!
If youth with all its brief hope disappears,
To deathless hope we must be born again.
•December 25, 2008 • Leave a Comment
I hear the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And the wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of Peace on Earth, good will to men!
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
•November 18, 2008 • Leave a Comment
Been MIA with too many projects and commitments… but now that the dust is clearing post-election thoughts are swirling; Hutchins had some interesting insights worth rereading.
•October 17, 2008 • Leave a Comment
In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil. And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November.
-Rose G. Kingsley
The Autumn Garden