No Suitable Shoes

 

Source: Justin Hatchett on Facebook

David Gilmour - Sonnet 18 (William Shakespeare)

 

Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;

Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Embrace Each Season

Embrace Each Season

Let the old leaf loosen

without asking the tree

to resist the changing season.

Let the morning arrive

in colours yesterday

had never imagined.

Let the river flow

beyond the banks

that once contained it.

Let the wind rearrange

the branches of your life,

making space for light

where darkness once lingered.

There is wisdom

in what falls away,

and beauty

in what gently emerges.

The seed does not fear

the darkness beneath the soil.

It simply trusts

that something within it

is slowly coming to life.

So embrace each season

with a gentle, unassuming heart.

Let old dreams soften,

let new ones rise.

You do not have to know

where the next path leads

to trust the way ahead.

Breathe in the present.

Release what has been.

And delight in the mystery

of what’s unfolding,

for every moment

is opening

into something new.

And perhaps,

in accepting and welcoming change,

we discover

that nothing is ever truly lost,

only moving gently from one season to another.

~ 'Embrace Each Season' by Spirit of a Hippie

~ Mary Anne Byrne

~ Art 'Fall Fairy' by Cinnamon Cooney

Source: Spirit of a Hippie on Facebook

In Praise of Craziness, of a Certain Kind

 

On cold evenings
my grandmother,
with ownership of half her mind –
the other half having flown back to Bohemia –
spread newspapers over the porch floor
so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath,
as under a blanket, and keep warm,
and what shall I wish for, for myself,
but, being so struck by the lightning of years,

to be like her with what is left, that loving.

Mary Oliver

ai art by me

On the day of the Autumn Equinox

 

I’ve often heard the wind whispering to the trees, but I’ve never listened closely enough to what she had to say.

Until now.

Today I pause... I listen and I hear it.

I hear the wind as she wraps herself around the branches of the trees and whispers to the leaves,

“do you want to dance?”

I watch then as she pulls the leaves into her arms, twirling and lifting and guiding them around a sunset-coloured dance floor, where yellows and oranges and reds already lay sleeping.

And I want to join in;

I want to run and twirl and lift the leaves into my hands.

To throw them in the air and watch them land gracefully upon the fire-tinted ground.

I want to feel alive, just like these leaves do, even as they change and fall and

slowly fade. I want to let myself go, to face the wind and to warm myself in the

fiery sunset beneath my feet.

Yes, I want to join in.

And today I have watched, I have listened and I can hear the

rhythm. And now it is time for me to dance...

to the beat of autumn’s heart.

*****

On the day of the Autumn Equinox - a poem I wrote back in 2024 for my 2025 calendar

Becky Hemsley 2024

Artwork by Alena Mosina

Source: Becky Hemsley Poetry on Facebook

Be careful what you wish for

 

Be careful what you wish for,

Don't assume your life is bad,

There's plenty of people out there,

Just wishing for what you've had.

Too often we take for granted,

gifts for which we've been blessed

Always striving for more, we assume,

to be more deserving than the rest .

So pause and breathe, reflect awhile,

Look closely at your fate,

There’s beauty tucked in every day,

In each joy, which eagerly awaits .

For every wish that beckons you,

There's someone else who sees,

The life you have, its warmth and light,

And prays it brings you peace ...

C.E. Coombes

Art by Tijana Lukovic

Source: Serendipity Corner on Facebook

Where the Soul of Man Never Dies | Appalachian Folk Hymn