CALLING...

A MINUET of MOZART's by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

Across the dimly lighted room the violin drew wefts of sound;

Airily they wove and wound and glimmered gold against the gloom.

I watched the music turn to light, but at the pausing of the bow,

The web was broken, and the glow was drowned within the wave of night.

                                        Dreamily...

Rufous hum hum

                                                   over the roofs...

                        the cold spring rain is falling.

              Out in the lonely tree

                            A bird is calling...

                      

                Calling...

Slowly over the earth, the wings of night are falling;

My heart, like the bird in the tree,

                                 Is calling, calling, calling...
 

Photographs 2026

DEAR MARCH...

DEAR MARCH by Emily Dickinson

Come in.  How glad I am.  I hoped for you before. Put down your Hat.

You must have walked. How out of Breath you are.

Oh, March, how are you, and the Rest. Did you leave Nature well?

Oh March, come right upstairs with me. I have so much to tell.

I got your letter. And the Birds. The Maples never knew you were coming. I declare, how red their faces  grew.

And all those Hills you left for me to Hue. There was no purple suitable. You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April. Lock the door. I will not be pursued. He stayed away a year to call.

When I am occupied. But trifles look so trivial, as soon as you have come.

That blame is just as dear as Praise. And Praise as mere as Blame.

Photographs 2026

 DEAR MARCH  by Emily E. Dickinson, is in the public domain. 

FINCHES are PURPLE.....

"Tame birds sing of freedom. Wild birds fly..." -John Lennon

"You see only the beautiful things when you stand still...."

                                                                                                        - Heather O'Neill

"Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy..." - John Milton

"Oh the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.." 

                                                                                                - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

"Far clouds of feathery gold, shaded with deepest purple, gleam like islands on a dark blue sea..." -Percy Bysshe Shelley

"The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings..."

                                                                                                           -James M. Barrie

"It's a warm wind, a west wind, full of birds' cries...." -John Masefield

"When birds burp, it must taste like bugs!" -Bill Watterson

"There are joys which long to be ours..................

God sends ten thousands truths................... 

which come about us like birds seeking....." -Henry Ward Beecher

"Flower of this purple dye, hit with Cupid's archery, sink in apple of His eye..." - Shakespeare

                                                "A bird is joy incarnate..." -Myrtle Reed

"It's probable that in the artistic hierarchy birds are the greatest musicians existing on the planet..." -Olivier Messiaen

"I caught a glimpse of happiness, and saw it was a bird on a branch, fixing to take wing..." -Richard Peck

         "Tomorrow the birds will sing. Be brave. Face life..." - Charlie Chaplin

"May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living..." - e.e. cummings

Photographs 2025 

Hobbes, from down the street, looking pretty pleased with the warm spring day...