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"Bare branches of each tree on this chilly January morn look so cold so forlorn. Gray skies dip ever so low left from yesterday's dusting of snow. Yet in the heart of each tree waiting for each who wait to see new life as warm sun and breeze will blow, like magic, unlock springs sap to flow, buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow." ~ "January Morn" Nelda Hartmann

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" ~ Robert Frost Listen to the poem: www.youtube.com/watch?v=nie5dGD6OQA&feature=related Poem read by Gerrison Keller writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2006/03/07

The sun of the first day Put the question To the new manifestation of life- Who are you? There was no answer. Years passed by. The last sun of the last day Uttered the question on the shore of the western sea In the hush of evening- Who are you? No answer came again. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk, Only the old remembered pictures Of lost days when the day's loss Wrote in tears the heart's loss. Tears and loss and broken dreams May find your heart at dusk. Excerpt: "Dreams in the dusk" ~ C. Sandburg

"Ah! the year is slowly dying, And the wind in tree-top sighing, Chant his requiem. Thick and fast the leaves are falling, High in air wild birds are calling, Nature's solemn hymn." - Mary Weston Fordham, Passing of the Old Year

Just lying on the couch and being happy. Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head. Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has so much to do in the world. People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can't monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget. When dawn flows over the hedge you can get up and act busy. Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven left lying around, can be picked up and saved. People wont even see that you have them, they are so light and easy to hide. Later in the day you can act like the others. You can shake your head. You can frown. ~" Any morning" - William Stafford

You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows. ~ Li Po

I caught a stomach-sorrow while traipsing October’s fogs I ate to nourish it made a cocoon for it laid it with slow reverence in a hollow For fourteen nights some cursed sleep’s been after me while I’ve been up feeding on darkness Don’t say a word Don’t look in my direction There’s something on my heart that can’t be lifted – I give in to wintering – You won't see me till the buds start to blossom ~ Ailbhe Ní Ghearbhuigh

Simple Winterland A World of one colour Voices of the Wind Bashõ

Let me reach those Sublime Hills Where peace comes to the quiet heart. No more need to find the magic cup. I’ll wash the dust, there, from my face, And live in those regions that I love, Separated from the Human World. Excerpt: "Lu Mountain, Kiangsi" ~ Li Po

This is the way that autumn came to the trees: it stripped them down to the skin, left their ebony bodies naked. It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves, scattered them over the ground. Anyone could trample them out of shape undisturbed by a single moan of protest. ...................... Excerpt: "When Autumn Came" ~ Fiaz Ahamed Fiaz

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 glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core. Excerpt: "The Lake Isle of Innisfree' ~ W. B. Yeats

Showering outside By candle glow: too lazy To change the lightbulb. Jellyfish season - Climbing back into this world Alive and tingling Alone on the beach, One kite and me, drinking beer, Sunset, July 1st “Early July” ~ Campbell McGrath

You ask me why I live on Green Mountain ? I smile in silence and the quiet mind. Peach petals blow on mountain streams To earths and skies beyond Humankind. ~ Li Po