judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

tracking change with nature now
snow and ice are here, and how
thought i'd give this lens a bow
nostalgic view it does endow ... xo
 
judith meskill
(shot using my canon dslr through the body & lens of a duaflex iv - fun with ttv ...)

"... I robbed the Woods --
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious -- I grasped -- I bore away --
What will the solemn Hemlock --
What will the Oak tree say? ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

the butterflies did love these, in the day,
the gold finches do love them, in this way,
what once was pink profusion, now is brown,
a plethora of seeds deep in this crown ...
 
judith meskill

"... In Walden wood the chickadee
Runs round the pine and maple tree
Intent on insect slaughter:
O tufted entomologist!
Devour as many as you list,
Then drink in Walden water ..."
 
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Transition

"... 'Tis customary as we part
A trinket -- to confer --
It helps to stimulate the faith
When Lovers be afar --
 
'Tis various -- as the various taste --
Clematis -- journeying far --
Presents me with a single Curl
Of her Electric Hair -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson
 
(my current fascination is with: emily dickinson; dictionary of image; complete herbal; and noise, textures and layers ... xo)

"... I SEE thee better in the dark,
I do not need a light.
The love of thee a prism be
Excelling violet ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

milkweed dancers in the shade
twisting gayly in the breeze
'bout to fly off through the glade
tripping lightly as you please ...
 
judith meskill

"... After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside,
Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird -- assured
Her conscientious Voice will soar unmoved
Above ostensible Vicissitude.
 
First at the March -- competing with the Wind --
Her panting note exalts us -- like a friend --
Last to adhere when Summer cleaves away --
Elegy of Integrity ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze --
 
A few incisive Mornings --
A few Ascetic Eves --
Gone -- Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod" --
And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves."
 
Still, is the bustle in the Brook --
Sealed are the spicy valves --
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves --
 
Perhaps a squirrel may remain --
My sentiments to share --
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind --
Thy windy will to bear! ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --
 
Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --
 
It sprinkles Bonnets -- far below --
It gathers ruddy Pools --
Then -- eddies like a Rose -- away --
Upon Vermilion Wheels -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

hello there, look at me,
i'm a rooster, you can see,
crowing to my heart's content,
here i'm standing, just to vent,
happy that i'm no turkey,
so tomorrow here i'll be ...
 
judith meskill

"... The Poets light but lamps-
Themselves-go out-
The Wicks they stimulate-
If vital Light
 
Inhere as do the Sun-
Each Age a lens
Disseminating their
Circumference- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Had it a reason for delay,
Dreaming in witlessness
That for a bloom so delicately gay
Winter would stay its stress? ..."
 
Thomas Hardy

"... When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it ..."
 
Maya Angelou

"... Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice ..."
 
Robert Frost