The poetry of Earth inside a petal
the beauty of motion inside a breeze…
“…the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” – Kahlil Gibran
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Japanese Wisteria
Photo: ©Allison LaBine Click photo to open in full view.
Photo: © Spring break 2014
Sea Fever
By: John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
*A trick is the time spent at the wheel of a ship. Spume is the froth or foam found on waves.
…all over the world.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
– Mary Elizabeth Frye
…and the world fades away to nothing but sand, salt, sun, and another pair of footprints just over the dunes. – Allison LaBine
Photo by Clyde Butcher
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