Janet Fogg's Blog, page 30

A Fistful of Sky

Sometimes all I want is two armfuls of air, a fistful of sky. ~ Nina Kiriki Hoffman
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The dust of the aeons

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Have you slept in a tent alone—a tent

Out under the desert sky—

Where a thousand thousand desert miles

All silent round you lie?—

The dust of the aeons of ages dead,

And the peoples that trampled by?

Have you looked in the desert’s painted cup,

Have you smelled at dawn the wild sage musk,

Have you seen the lightning flashing up

From the ground in the desert dusk?

Have you heard the song in the desert rain

(Like the undertone of a wordless rhyme?)

Have you watched the glory of colors flame

In its marvel of blossom time?

Have you lain with your face in your hands, afraid,

Face down—flat down on your face—and prayed,

While the terrible sand storm whirled and swirled

In its soundless fury, and hid the world

And quenched the sun in its yellow glare—

Just you, and your soul, and nothing, there?

If you have, then you know, for you’ve felt its spell,

The lure of the desert land,

And if you have not, then I could not tell—

For you could not understand.

~ Madge Morris Wagner

Claude the sparrow

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This is the Song of the Bee

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Buzz! buzz! buzz!

This is the song of the bee.

His legs are of yellow;

A jolly, good fellow,

And yet a great worker is he.

Buzz! buzz! buzz!

From morning’s first light

Till the coming of night,

He’s singing and toiling

The summer day through.

Oh! we may get weary,

And think work is dreary;

‘Tis harder by far

To have nothing to do.

~ Marian Douglas.

All the thirsty world imploring

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Come and marvel at the sunset!

Lo—a storm is brooding near,—

All the thirsty world imploring,

In a mood akin to fear…

See the weirdly golden essence

Lurk along, the shades between,

‘Till it drowns and rolls above them

In triumphant glare of sheen.

~ Ruby Archer

The Forges of the Sunset

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My eyes dim for the skyline

Where purple peaks aspire,

And the forges of the sunset

Flare up in golden fire…

I cry for night-blue shadows

On plain and hill and dome—

The spell of old enchantments,

The sorcery of home.

~ Bliss Carman

Find the magic

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The Chiffchaff Sings

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sunflower heart

the chiffchaff sings

its name

~ Alan Summers.

Did you make a wish?

Look, a butterfly. Did you make a wish?

You don’t wish on butterflies.

You do so. Did you make one?

Yes.

~ Louise Gluck

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Fragile petals

Love may be wind-tossed as a blue flax flower,

Or hold its fragile petals but an hour,

Vanish with frost; still, roots that drink the rain,

Eternal as ours, will live…and bloom again.

~ Mary L. Kienholz.

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