Sunday, April 28, 2013

Shall Bring My Boats Ashore

"In the searing heat,
it was pleasant to lie there,
while shafts of burning light pierced the gloom (..)"

Alexandra Sellers

Sunday, April 21, 2013

MySpot: Had for a Long Time Listened to the Murmuring of Reeds

*Ph of me/ Dreamboy

"Or haply, some idle dreamer, like me,
To wander, and muse, and gaze on thee,
Still—save the chirp of birds that feed
On the river cherry and seedy reed,
And thy own wild music gushing out
With mellow murmur of fairy shout,
From dawn to the blush of another day,
Like traveler singing along his way.
That fairy music I never hear,
Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear,
And mark them winding away from sight,
Darkened with shade or flashing with light..."

William Cullen Bryant - Green River

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Stretches Towards the Setting Sun

"The trees were huge and they blocked the hot summer sun.
It was great hearing the birds singing,
no matter which way we turned."

Lori Sue Schmitt - Even A Bird With Broken Wings Can Fly

Saturday, April 6, 2013

MySpot: Good Old Summer Time

*Ph of me/ Dreamboy

"A hot summer’s day
when everything was hotter, slower and lazier..."

Namik Gulsun - Master of Puppets

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Sails of Fire

"The sunset over the bay that evening
was a conflagration of blood-red and orange
and deep, gold-edged purple. 
I remember: unforgettable."

Anne Rivers Siddons