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The Autumn Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1833) Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound.…

Long before we humans had mirrors to look into, nature had its own mirror – water. In any body of water that is big enough - even in a large rain puddle - sky,…

I miss the times when swallows nested underneath the eaves And the way the brutal southwest winds bent over all the trees I miss that sense of mystery, of ages…

Every night The horizon lights up Swirls of pink and orange Fading to blue and purple Few bother to look anymore At a blessing That only comes once a day Each…

From the bonny bells of heather They brewed a drink long-syne, Was sweeter far than honey, Was stronger far than wine. They brewed it and they drank it, And lay…

Sat upon this bench, as I observe the lives of folk, So hectic in their ways, in the moving traffics choke, I gaze into the blue sky, asking questions in my…

What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter - a soothing, calming influence on the mind,…

In the still you hear the echo of past laughter, the swell of happy memories lifts you as you swoop through valleys of tears and rise with new hope to glimpse…

Deserted tree stands naked amidst the sorrow cry of the nature Weary fills, transparent shy faced The drought cheeks-dry crooked thorns. Just a sapling-bird…

The free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.…

I stared into the valley: it was gone— wholly submerged! A vast flat sea remained, gray, with no waves, no beaches; all was one. And here and there I noticed,…
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