We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love. ~Germaine de Stael, French-Swiss author
Dallas here, coming at you from the Rainbow Bridge. On what would have been my 14th earth birthday.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather, American writer
How do you like my pretty dress?
It’s red, as you can plainly see.
In it, I become a princess.
No crown, no robe, no throne for me.
Too soon my leaves are going to flee
And all my branches will be bare.
So share my joy with utter glee
And when I’m nude, try not to stare!
Note: Poetry form is Huitain.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist and poet
Outlines their veins,
Bestows a beauty
Gone since they turned color
Earlier in the season.
Something sad about the Autumn
When trees become bare and look like sticks.
As they prepare to rest for several months.
Don’t cry because leaves are not here today.
They served a purpose and now they’re gone.
Nestled together on the ground,
Sheltering grass and insects,
Enhancing the landscape.
Of life —
Note: This poetic form is a Double Etheree.
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. ~Rabindranath Tagore, Indian poet, writer, and more
Because of the pandemic, I’m still having my flute lessons outdoors.
In a public park, six feet away from my teacher.
If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown
Can see changes
In our surroundings.
Twenty minutes apart:
And the leaves begin to glow.
The sky becomes a denim blue,
And color washes over our world.
A new day has dawned for us to enjoy.
We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light. ~Evelyn Dunbar, British artist, illustrator, and teacher
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree.
When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile. ~Author Unknown
What’s a homeowner to do when landscaping doesn’t go the way it’s supposed to?
When trees that are supposed to grow tall, don’t? When things planted as trees become shrubs instead?
Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that supposed to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
Who loves us
In spite of our
Flaws and prickliness.
The one who gave us life
And sacrificed her own hopes
To keep us happy, safe, and clean.
How can we ever thank her enough?
But perhaps she doesn’t need repayment.
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree. Today is my mom’s birthday (I won’t say how many!). Happy B-day, Mom!
Every tooth in a man’s head is more valuable than a diamond. ~Miguel de Cervantes, Spanish writer
A few days ago, I was brushing my teeth when I felt something small and hard in my mouth.
Fearing the worst, I spit it into the sink: yep, it was part of a filling from one of my bottom back molars.
When I am with you, the only place I want to be is closer. ~Author Unknown
I know I’m only just a toad
And not the frog that maidens kiss.
Aware I tote a heavy load
When looking for my special miss.
I’m not cuddly and then there’s this:
I’m plain as you can surely see.
Still, where’s a toad to find his bliss
If no one wants to embrace me?
Note: This poetic form is called Huitain. It’s my first try at this French form with 8 lines (per poem or stanza), and 8-10 syllables per line (consistent within the poem) in a rhyming scheme of ababbcbc.
Thoughts come clearly while one walks. ~Thomas Mann, German novelist and 1929 Nobel Prize in Literature laureate
It’s time once again for the annual Walktober, hosted by Robin of Breezes at Dawn.
Today, we’re in Central Illinois, where a prolonged drought has stressed trees and produced a faster color change than what typically takes until mid-October to peak.
Nevertheless, it’s a beautiful day — temps in the low 70s, sunny and clear — so let’s hop into our sneakers and head outside for a two-mile stroll.