Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, March 19, 2012

Time of Soft Trees

Post 30

 

Now is the time of soft trees, 
the beginning, when hints of pink, green and yellow tint the taupes and blues of winter.

So, below, a poem about life. Very short. Very slight. 
And fit for an Equinox, - at least half bright.




Tilth


Deep in the underhush 
   Dig low, pile high;
Warm as the underbrush
   Deep as the sky

    


Warm as the underbrush,
   Grasses and sedge,
Berries and daisies
   Fringe a low ledge.



                                                                                


                                                                                   
A stream at the edge
Moves through the dew,
The deeper the life
The stronger the clue.

                                                                                                                                                             
 
Happy Spring


Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Lenten Rose, or Slowly Lengthening into Spring

Post 27

Lent


Slowly lengthening into spring,
Warm-up days, cooled by night,
Dream for me that everything's
Just waiting now for new delight--

(what never was before its since,)
Hence here a brace of bawdy hints.




For what if all did best resolve,
Even past just human hope,
Could any really hope to cope
With the life they would evolve,

And bring a faith to resurrection
Beyond both fear and false projection?







 

Merry truth must think it strange
How easily perceptions change,
So as this Lent brings us the sun,
--Let's look to see how we have done.


               Flowers only thrive where Nature
         With the Gardener does concur,
When life bestirs us, Spirit proves us,
As we chose a better view.


Newly brought into the light...
Dearly bought, and eagerly sought,
Longingly and lovingly wrought,
Now here in time, by time begot.


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How to Hellebore: The top two pictures are of Lenten rose, or Helleborus orientalis or hybrids of. The top picture is in my neighbor's yard, the second in my own. This plant, which eats semi-shade for breakfast and, once established, may be able to compete with your tree roots for water, comes in shades of red, burgundy, pink, white, greenishy-yellowey and a subtly spectacular greyed lavender slate.  It blooms, in a typical year, in March (and because the flowers are really septals, can persist through June.)  The old fashioned ones have hanging heads and therefore look good planted on a rise so you can look up towards them. These also reseed readily. Newer hybrids can be more upfacing. 


They need only some shade, decent soil of a moderate pH, and some water. The only care they need is to have a haircut in late winter-spring, when their evergreen leaves turn tawdry. Leave the flowers on the plant and watch the seed pods swell into summer. Soon you will have babies. This is a plant that can be expensive to buy but is so worth it. It is a doer that will not let you down.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Merry Christmas

Post 21 (Please click on links for music.)

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ...

What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart.

                                           IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER

 

 Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming
  from tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
  as those of old have sung.
It came, a floweret bright,
  amid the cold of winter,
When half spent was the night...


This Flower, whose fragrance tender
with sweetness fills the air,
dispels with glorious splendor
the darkness everywhere;
true man, yet very God,
from sin and death he saves us,
and lightens every load.


Lo. How a Rose e'er blooming




O Holy Night



Hallelujah



Waltz of the Flowers


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Merry Christmas, Happy Yule,
May the rule of love bejewel
12 starlit nights, as newborn sun 
Cries good news to everyone.

Watch the constellations dance,
Their patterns turned in winged spheres
That angels and the blessed hear,
While we move within our years.

And so, within these very years:
Can you hear what music falls,
As the stars bow down with song
 To the pattern of their call?


William Blake