Sorry for the silence, peeps. My laptop is inoperable at the moment, and it's hard to post from my phone. But today, just for you, I am.  :)

I'm sad to see
A lovely tree
Dressed in last season's style

She needs a good blast
To blow off her past -
Brush out her hair
And leave her bare
For a while.
Every lithe and lovely tree
Deserves a spell of nudity.

New discovery. Wow!  👌

The first poem I'm memorizing by Emily Dickinson. Brilliant. I've memorized it already, even before I nailed Renascence. I'm going to enjoy this. Thank you, Jimmy Welch, for showing me Emily.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant —

Success in Circuit lies

Too bright for our infirm Delight

The Truth's superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased

With explanation kind

The Truth must dazzle gradually

Or every man be blind —

The last stanza of Renascence, by Edna St, Vincent Millay. I've almost got it nailed. WHAT a piece of literature. God bless my lady Edna. The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,—	205
No higher than the soul is high.
The heart can push the sea and land
Farther away on either hand;
The soul can split the sky in two,
And let the face of God shine through.	210
But East and West will pinch the heart
That can not keep them pushed apart;
And he whose soul is flat—the sky
Will cave in on him by and by.

I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinion of himself than on the opinion of others.
                                    .                                        - Marcus Aurelius

7. How plain does it appear that there is not another condition of life so well suited for philosophizing as this in which thou now happenest to be.

                                          - Marcus Aurelius, Emperor of Rome

                                          - Mariah Keyrouz, retired teacher,
                                                                        Housewife, and Nonna to Darcy

By Annie

Three of my beauties

This poem, to one with a good imagination, can be horrifying to hear.
And then heavenly.

Awesome (using the word correctly).

"............... - crash!

Before the wild wind's whistling lash

The startled storm clouds reared on high

And plunged in terror down the sky...."

From Renascence, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I live in Heaven.

Peter's Stained Glass-looking bench.

 

 The tree is so obviously embracing the house. Like a mother hen.

Reminds me of Thomas Kinkade's Houses of Light

Yep, trees are people. Gotta love 'em.

There are times like this for me - at Christmas, and times like today when I hear a song I think she would love, but can't share it with her. I come and listen to this at those times.

Heard this playing at the end of a '90s movie I watched last night. Love discovering treasures this way.    Song of the sea.

Love to my readers in Portugal, by the way. Wonderful talent!

I recently went through our video cabinets, getting rid of the ones I didn't want any more, and found several that I had never even seen. A few were still in their wrappers. I set them aside and have been watching them one at a time. Yesterday, as I lay on the couch, shivering and aching from my feverish cold, I watched this one. It offered a bleakness that I have only felt watching Dr. Zhivago. The report that there's truth to this story is mind-blowing. They walked over four thousand miles.  It's a great story.

“You must linger among a limited number of master-thinkers, and digest their works, if you would derive ideas which shall win firm hold in your mind.” - Seneca

Old friends over for dinner, to celebrate the New Year!