“Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.” Pablo Neruda
Photography
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dyin’
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
That you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes the rose
“What makes the vanity of others insupportable is that it wounds our own.”
❆ Francois de la Rochefoucauld 😎
A Dream Girl
by Carl Sandburg
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
The purr of the breeze in your murmuring speech,
You will pose with a hill-flower grace.
You will come, with your slim, expressive arms,
A poise of the head no sculptor has caught
And nuances spoken with shoulder and neck,
Your face in pass-and-repass of moods
As many as skies in delicate change
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.
Yet,
You may not come, O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
A film of hope and a memoried day.
Autumn
by Carol L. Riser
“When the trees their summer splendor
Change to raiment red and gold,
When the summer moon turns mellow,
And the nights are getting cold;
When the squirrels hide their acorns,
And the woodchucks disappear;
Then we know that it is autumn,
Loveliest season of the year.”
“Nothing is secure but life, transition, the energizing spirit.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson
“You jumped like a frog.
You touched like a dog.
You kissed like a bird.”
Santosh Kalwar, An Aphrodisiac
“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” — Leo Buscaglia
“Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own.
Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.” — John Muir
Maverick Mist 