Here we have an autumn neatly dressed,
Fractured nature spread across the lines,
The nature poet, urban under stress
To see what changing foliage defines.
Stone and wood and green can make a poem,
And then the nature ends and he goes home.
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
Live, like the moment belongs to you
Author: Words From An Unlikely Poet and the follow up, Further Thoughts.
Learning Cultures by Traveling
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itwasinspiredbyaworld
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- Ich will anonym bleiben -
I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.
All Things New England
Musings from a Naturalist
"Something wicked this way comes"
Alternate realities, infinity, pragmatism, business and the esoteric - all in one.
Subordination of the Poet – Concrete Jungle Edition. 🙂