Seasonal Hearth

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches 
in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me....

Frosty November Morning

 “Frost is the greatest artist in our clime -
He paints in nature and describes in rime”

"Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable,
the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blownalong the street or road by a gusty wind,
and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.Both are warnings of chill days ahead,
fireside and topcoat weather."

 Ere night, an icy shroud, which morning's rays
Wildly shine upon and slowly melt..."

"Have you ever noticed a tree standing
naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life."

 

There is rhythm in the woods, and in the fields,
Nature yields:
And the harvest voices crying,
Blend with Autumn zephyrs sighing;
Tone and color, frost and fire,
Wings the nocturne Nature plays upon her lyre."

In November

"In November, the earth is growing quiet.
It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets....
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones, Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still... ...
In November, at winter's gate, the stars are brittle. The sun is sometimes a friend. And the world has tucked her children in, with a kiss on their heads, till spring..."

'Love is patient,

 love is kind. It 

does not envy,
 it does not
 boast, it is not 
proud.
It is not rude,
 it is not 
self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When we are lost what image tells?
Nothing resembles nothing. Yet nothing
Is not blank. It is configured Hell:
Of noticed clocks on winter afternoons, malignant stars,
Demanding furniture. All unrelated
And with air between.The terror. Is it of Space, of Time?
Or the joined trickery of both conceptions?
To the lost, transfixed among the self-inflicted ruins,
All that is non-air (if this indeed is not deception)
Is agony immobilized. While Time,
The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.

                                     

I've laid faced-down for so long;
my heart is asleep.

It thumps like static through
my atretic cavities. 
It contorts as my lungs try to 
scream it awake. 

Each breath prolongs the
eventual decay of my diaphragm,
even as my insides already 
float in it's own purulence.

                                                    I'm such a corpse now,
                                                    but you're not done with me.

All I can taste is the rotting
inside my tongue as you
reach inside to further taint
the nature within. 
I feel each vein in your fingers.
My spine grows around them
like a dark forest falsely 
looking for sunlight.                         
All I can see is an autopsy
as you bring them to my lips. 
I still feel those damned things 
on the inside, and I still taste 
you rotting in my tongue like
the poison I ingested 
last summer.
Like cyanide; a respiratory failure.

I'm so dead now,
but you're the ghost galvanizing 
my grave.

 

Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me

You never said goodbye

Someone tell me why

Did you have to go

And leave my world so cold

                                         

                                                    Everyday I sit and ask myself                                                                  

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

But you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

But you are not alone

Just the other night

I thought I heard you cry

Asking me to come

And hold you in my arms

I can hear your prayers

Your burdens I will bear

But first I need your hand

Then forever can begin

Everyday I sit and ask myself

How did love slip away

Something whispers in my ear and says

That you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'

And girl you know that I'll be there

I'll be there

You are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

For you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though we're far apart

You're always in my heart

For you are not alone

For I am here with you

Though you're far away

I am here to stay

AH! who'll e'er those days restore,

Those bright days of early love

Who'll one hour again concede,

Of that time so fondly cherish'd!

Silently my wounds I feed,

And with wailing evermore

Sorrow o'er each joy now perish'd.

Ah! who'll e'er the days restore

Of that time so fondly cherish'd.

On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time.

But it is never lost, my lord.
Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.

Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts,

buds into blossoms, and ripening

flowers into fruitfulness.

I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed                  

 and imagined all work had ceased.

In the morning I woke up

and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first

splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang

`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!'

But one cried of a sudden

`It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light
and one of the stars has been lost.'

The golden string of their harp

snapped

                                                               their song stopped, and they cried in dismay

`Yes, that lost star was the best,

she was the glory of all heavens!'

From that day the search is unceasing for her,

and the cry goes on from one to the other

that in her the world has lost its one joy!

Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile
and whisper among themselves
`Vain is this seeking! unbroken perfection is over all!'

                                                                   

                     

"One More Time"

Nothing I must do
Nowhere I should be
No one in my life to answer to but me
No more candlelight
No more purple skies
No one to be near, as my heart slowly dies
If I could hold you one more time
Like in the days when you were mine
I'd look at you till I was blind
So you would stay
I'd say a prayer each time you smiled
Cradle the moments like a child
I'd stop the world if only I could hold you
one more time
I've memorized your face
I know your touch by heart
Still lost in your embrace
I dream of where you are
If I could hold you one more time
Like in the days when you were mine
I'd look at you till I was blind
So you would stay
I'd say a prayer each time you smiled
Cradle the moments like a child
I'd stop the world if only I could
hold you one more time
One more time