judith meskill - soc.media.rocks

trish had a discovery one day,
tio said imagine if you may,
lucy saw serener bright,
followed by a watching flight,
and here i journey to these 'dances',
watching how this blue jay prances ...
 
judith meskill

let there be light
in this dark wood
holding on tight
as this leaf could ...
 
judith meskill

i hand held my 400 for this shot,
as most know, this is what i always do,
but holding it straight up, well, took a lot,
my neck was craned, my fingers turning blue ...
 
judith meskill

leaf on grass encased
in the cloth of autumn frost
colorful embrace ...
 
judith meskill

wild alium in the yard
finding it is not so hard
'specially in the setting sun
how could i pass up this one?
 
judith meskill

"... Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;
 
Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.
 
All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength ..."
 
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

"... Why are not diamonds black and gray,
To ape thy dare-devil array?
And I affirm, the spacious North
Exists to draw thy virtue forth.
I think no virtue goes with size;
The reason of all cowardice
Is, that men are overgrown,
And, to be valiant, must come down
To the titmouse dimension ..."
 
Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Titmouse

"... To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

and when you cast your gaze upon this flower
remember it was born before the bees
its pollen spread by beetles' crawling power
amidst the sprawling branches of its trees ...
 
judith meskill

today i walked with fall you see
with brown leaves drifting from the tree
now floating in the river's arms
balanced atop its fluid charms ...
 
judith meskill

"... Sweetest of the flowers a-blooming
In the fragrant vernal days
Is the Lily of the Valley
With its soft, retiring ways ..."
 
Paul Laurence Dunbar: The Lily of the Valley

our garden's filled with memories
of spring and summer at their peak
nature's finest accessories
right here in whispers, still do speak ...
 
judith meskill

"... The splendor of a Burmah
The Meteor of Birds,
Departing like a Pageant
Of Ballads and of Bards --
 
I never thought that Jason sought
For any Golden Fleece
But then I am a rural man
With thoughts that make for Peace --
 
But if there were a Jason,
Tradition bear with me
Behold his lost Aggrandizement
Upon the Apple Tree -- ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
 
Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
 
Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies! ..."
 
Emily Dickinson

"... Eden is that old-fashioned House
We dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode
Until we drive away.
 
How fair on looking back, the Day
We sauntered from the Door -
Unconscious our returning,
But discover it no more ..."
 
Emily Dickinson