... visit of the hummingbird

Angels in the

early morning

May be seen the

dews among,

Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying;

Do the buds to

them belong?

~Emily Dickinson, LXIX

I sowed the seeds

of love,

'Twas early in

the Spring,

In April and May,

and in June likewise,

The small birds

they do sing.

Calm soul of all things! make it mine

To feel,

amid the city's jar,

That there abides

a peace of thine,

Man did not make

and cannot mar.

Inscription at Kensington Gardens

It's like the light,

-- A fashionless

delight,

It's like the bee,

--A dateless melody.

Emily Dickinson,

verses from XCVIII

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, inevery grain of sand, there is the story of the earth.

~Rachel Carson

Unfettered like

a wafting mist
I give myself up
To where the wind
wants me to be
~ Ryokan

So breathless till

I passed her,

So helpless when

I turned

And bore her,

struggling,

blushing,

Her simple haunts

beyond!

~ Emily Dickinson excerpt from LXX

Out the window,

a garden of weeds

A place for sun

with little needs.

From night to day

their petals unfurl;

Oh my lovely garden

of weeds and pearls.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the

earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

~ Rachel Carson

The poetry of earth

is never dead;

When all the birds

are faint with

the hot sun,

And hide in

cooling trees,

a voice will run

From hedge to hedge

about the new-mown mead.

~ John Keats,

"On the Grasshopper

and Cricket," 1817