Saturday, August 28, 2010


Peacefully the quiet stars came out, one after one;
The holy twilight fell upon the sea,
The Summer day was done.
--Celia Thaxter

Monday, August 23, 2010

Under the full moon

"Under the full moon, life is all adventure." 
-Sigurd Olson, The Singing Wilderness

Sunday, August 22, 2010

After all

You were never really there,
and I never really met you;
I dreamed you--
though you seemed so very real.

There is nothing to remember,
so why can't I forget you?
Why do I feel you near
when you were never there?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

The waxing moon

Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today. 

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


"You can't cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water."
--Rabindranath Tagore

Thursday, August 12, 2010


“Sweet the coming on 

Of grateful evening mild; then silent night 

With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, 

And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.”

--John Milton

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Feet of Clay

There you stand,
trying to hide them--
those feet of clay.
But it's too late:
I've seen them.
No, I won't run away.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Wherever you are

Where are you, my childhood friend?
Lost and alone, or safe and warm?
Out of harm's way? Oh, may it be so!
You are gone from sight, and yet
each night I pray that you
sleep peacefully
beneath moon and stars
wherever you are.


“For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men lived and worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives.”

--Amy Lowell

Friday, August 6, 2010

Now the moon...

“Slowly, silently, now the moon
 Walks the night in her silver shoon.”

--Walter de la Mare

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

At the Twilight Hour

A soft, sweet fragrance in the air
Of dew-wet flowers. Everywhere
A tender, restful silence lies,
Born of the misty, distant skies;
Whence twilight shadows slowly fall,
Like gauzy curtains, over all.
The meadows stretch so mistily,
Far as my longing eyes can see;
And yonder forest hides away
In its own darkness from the day;
And tinkling cow-bells ring in time
To yonder streamlet's slumbrous chime;
And o'er sweet Nature's paling face
Night letteth down her veil apace.

-- Mary Dow Brine (1816-1913)

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Even a small star

“Even a small star shines in the darkness”


--Finnish Proverb 

Monday, August 2, 2010


“Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star.”


--Lucy Maud Montgomery

“No star is ever lost we once have seen,

We always may be what we might have been.”


--Adelaide Anne Proctor