LAST DAY in APRIL...

AFTERNOON on a HILL by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)

I will be the gladdest thing

Under the sun

I will touch a hundred flowers

 And not...

...pick one!

I will look at cliffs

and clouds

with quiet eyes,

watch the wind bow down the grass,

and the grass...

RISE!

And when the lights begin to show,

Up from the town,

I will mark which must be mine,

And then start down!

Photographs 2026 "The Lord himself will fight for you. Just stay calm!" Exodus 14:14

OUT of NOWHERE...

SPRING is like...by e.e.cummings 1894-1962

Spring is like a perhaps hand

(which comes carefully out of Nowhere)

arranging a window, into which people look

(while people stare arranging and changing placing

carefully there a strange thing

 and a known thing here) and

changing everything carefully

Spring is like a perhaps

Hand in a window

(carefully to and fro moving

New and Old things, 

                     while

                people stare 

                     carefully

               moving a perhaps

          fraction of flower here placing

              an inch of air there) and

         without breaking anything...

Photographs 2026   Spring is like a perhaps hand poem, published in 1923, 

                                     is in the public domain.

MY DEAR FRIEND...

 For my dear friend, Judy J. 

Col 3:12-14 "Holy, and dearly loved, with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience."

GITANJALI 1916 (an offering of songs) #67 by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) 

You are the sky and you are the nest as well.

O you beautiful, there in the nest is your love that encloses the soul with colours, and sounds and colours.

There comes the morning with the golden basket....

...in her right hand, bearing the wreath of beauty,

silently to crown the earth.

And there comes the evening over the lonely meadows deserted by herds,

through trackless paths,

carrying cool draughts of peace in her golden pitcher, from the western ocean of rest.

But there, where spreads the infinite sky 

for the soul to take her flight in,

reigns the stainless white radiance.

There is no day nor night, nor form nor colour and never , never a word.

This offering song by Tagore meaning:  God is infinite. The nest is where the soul develops. The soul can take unrestrained flight. Pure. Markless.

"The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one, when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

 Photographs 2026 from Campbell River, B.C. Canada. 

Gitanjali by R. Tagore is in the public domain.