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  • The Seasons Are Changing

    Autumn Moon by Gael Stuart

    Last night there was a cold, clear full moon a-risin’. No longer evident was the golden richness of autumn’s lunar orb. As I snapped the brilliant gleam over a bleak landscape, its reflection on stark trees seemed to signal a resting time for my little corner of the planet.

  • More Thoughts of Autumn

    Warbler, by Gael Stuart

  • Autumn

    Here’s an excerpt from “The Autumn,” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861):

    Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
    And turn your eyes around,
    Where waving woods and waters wild
    Do hymn an autumn sound.
    The summer sun is faint on them —
    The summer flowers depart —
    Sit still — as all transform'd to stone,
    Except your musing heart.

  • Blooms: The Last Rose of Summer

    My friend, who lives a few miles south of me, has a lovely array of flowers in her garden. Her yellow rosebush is particularly prolific. Her beautiful variegated roses sometimes try to outdo their gorgeous yellow sisters. Personally, I think there is an unseen, secret flora competition among my friend’s blooms to determine who will be the last rose of summer once autumn has arrived with wind and shiver-inducing temperature drops. This year the winner is . . . both!

  • A Tale of Two Kitties

    Are any kitty lovers among my readers? Although I think of myself as a dog person, I do subscribe to the belief that a home is not a home without a cat. And I am not the first person to allude to the Charles Dickens novel in today’s subject line.

  • Leisure Passes, Time Passes, Life Passes

    Gavin Ewart (1916–1995) was a comic poet of England—lesser known in the United States. Born in London and educated at Christ’s College, Cambridge, he grew up reading the classics and became a writer who penned inventive scenes and clever sonnets about family life, sex, (certain shops in Britain banned his more erotic verse) animals, and the indignities of old age. He wrote with a satirical edge and great insight.

  • Summertime and the Livin’ Is Easy

    Ah yes, Porgy and Bess.

    I have several songs and poems running through my mind right now. I sing with a popular show choir and was feeling musical as I began to write this post, thus the featured poem is the song “Summertime”—which seems an appropriate tune for July.

  • The Long and Short of It

    I have been following an interesting poem online. It’s a poetic effort using the newest forms of electronic communication—texting and social networking—to form a poem known as “The Longest Poem in the World.” The brainchild of Romanian Web developer Andre Gheorghe, it’s a Web site creating a gigantic poem of “found” words.

  • Raindrop Musings

    Isn’t it amazing
    How tears and rain alike
    Can cleanse the stain that living brings
    And leave all fresh and bright.

    My words, as I watch the raindrops streaming down my window. Outside, glistening ribbons roll the downgrade through my yard. A few small pools gather to be immediately surrounded by birds pulling at fat worms and shaking their feathers in aggravation at being wet and celebration at finding food.

  • Dogs and Dancing Foxes

    The barking was urgent—incessantly annoying. What could be happening at the bottom of my long dirt driveway to cause such a ruckus? The two 70-pound beasts, big dogs, romantically named Spencer and Kate, dared not cross the invisible fence boundary. They did, of course, challenge their buzzing collars (the warning they are too close) as skillfully as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockers.

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