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[glogdog]

gardengirl - your autumn poems are beautiful and what a wonderful tribute to our veterans.  Thank you so much for sharing all of these with us.  They touch the heart and soul.

[gardengirl]

                                                                                                  November Dusk


The lake's still pink and silvered gray,
Though long since the sun's last ray
Warmed hill and sage and pinon tree
And my old dog and me
At the end of this weary day.

Tip wags when I set the firewood down.
We'll pause awhile and look around,
Close to the sky, windswept and clear,
Breathe in the sharp, hushed air,
Watch lights come on in the valley town.

In black shadowed cedars, out of sight,
An owl calls welcome to the night.
I never heard so soft a sound,
So sad, yet glad, And all around,
The pink and silver light.

But night will come, day is soon gone.
Rested now, we move on,
Holding lake and air and sky,
Holding the owl's soft cry--
Day's last gift. And we move on.



~~~~~ Kathleen Hawkins




                                                                                   

[walton]

What a lovely poem!

[eburgbirdwtchr]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMb1wPfE1Iw
Happy Birthday cwellsa!  Haven't heard from you lately.
Thank you, gardengirl, walton, and the rest of you for the uplifting poetry we often read here.
It's my 71st today and it's Giving Tuesday and the chat is rolling live for 8 hrs. and I can't log in without throwing away all my cookie blockage to join in.  So here I am!!
And in my opinion, the original tracks off my lp's are the only proper version to listen to when it comes to interpreting the sound of the '60s, and all the new remastered, revisioned, boxed, mixed, blah, blah, blah are a poor substitute.  Sorry Giles Martin!
Well, time to resume my nest, flyway, cliff camera viewing and maybe later joining in on chat if I can work up the nerve to drop my 3rd party cookie blocker and allow Big Brother to peruse my 'puter!!   

As an aside: My "White Album" number is 0550970   

[gardengirl]

The Birth of a Day

Between the darkness and the daylight,
Just as the dawn breaks through;
Ere the sky is ablaze with color
With many a gorgeous hue;
Before it's resplendent with glory,
Ere the sun is well on it way,
There's a holy hush for a moment:
And that is the birth of a day.

This tranquility last but an instant,
Then the birds break forth into song,
And the glorified East announces
That Old Sol is coming along.
Then there's a hustle and bustle;
Oh, fain I that moment would stay.
For I love that sacred quiet
That accompanies the birth of a Day.


written by Inez Smith-Ford

[gardengirl]

A Smile


author unknown


Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner,
And someone saw my grin,
When he smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,
Then realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine,
Could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
Don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
And get the world infected.

[gardengirl]

Faithful til the end.  God bless Sully.

Words fail me tonight.

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/george-h-w-bush-service-dog-casket-photo-sully-mission-complete-houston-photo-jim-mcgrath/

[walton]

Winter - Poem by Walter de la Mare


Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast
Alone sings now.

The rayless sun,
Day's journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread
Unearthly white.

Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon
Over that sea of frozen foam
Floats the white moon.

[gardengirl]

I can see this in my mind's eye. A beautiful portrayal of winter.  Thanks for sharing this, walton!   

[walton]

Hey, everyone, after today the days will be getting longer. Thought I would post this to celebrate the Winter Solstice.


Winter Solstice Greetings

A blanket of snow
glistens fluffy and white
Tucks us in, oh so cozy
for the long winter night

We'll light one white candle
Let busy minds release
all the cares of the day
for a moment of peace

On this longest of nights
and shortest of days
Thank the Great Universe
for the sun's growing rays

From our house to yours
Yuletide blessings we send
So gracious life's cycle
No beginnings, no end

For those who aren't here
we've a hole in our lives
But because we're all one
Their spirit survives

Their breath in the wind
Their voices are heard
in the chirping of crickets
and the sweet singing bird

In the great scheme of things
We're connected to all
If one of us stumbles
Another may fall

So gather your loved ones
Your friends and your foes
We're all in this together
Yes, that's how it goes

Mother Nature can teach us
She'll show us what's best
If we learn from life's lessons
she'll do the rest

So let's light our candles
on Winter Solstice night
Celebrate kindred spirit
and be one with the light

Janet K. Rauch

[gardengirl]

Lovely, walton.  Thank you for those peaceful reflections. 

[gardengirl]

Christmas through the Year

A little bit of Christmas lives
Within the heart each day,
When you do a kindly deed,
Give a word of cheer away.
Why should we save our kindnesses
For just one special time--
The world needs love and caring
When Christmas bells don't chime.

Reach out a hand to help someone;
Cheer some heart today.
The gifts that mean the most
Aren't those for which we pay.
Though tinseled scenes have faded
That mark the yuletide cheer,
Christmas living in the heart
Grows brighter through the year!

---Kay Hoffman


The Lasting Gifts

So many times dear ones shall ask
What would you like this day,
And what would bring you Christmas joy
That I might give away.
A question posed a hundred times
And yet we do forget,
The treasures that would mean the most
The dearest gifts to get.

Expectancy--rich happiness
Good health that means so much,
Undying faith in God above
A loved one's tender touch,
A peace of mind--a happy heart
A confidence serene,
A worthwhile thought to live and grow
A lovely lasting dream.

These are the gifts--the lasting gifts
To treasure through the years,
A zest for living each new day
A smile instead of fears,
What would you like this Christmas Day
So much we all possess,
Abundantly our God gives all
In lasting happiness.

--Garnett Ann Schult

[glogdog]

Beautiful gardengirl.  Thank you. 

Walton - loved your poems too.  Thanks!

[gardengirl]

The Disappointed
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox



There are songs enough for the hero
Who dwells on the heights of fame;
I sing of the disappointed--
For those who have missed their aim.

I sing with a tearful cadence
For one who stands in the dark,
And knows that his last, best arrow
Has bounded back from the mark.

I sing for the breathless runner,
The eager, anxious soul,
Who falls with his strength exhausted.
Almost in sight of the goal;

For the hearts that break in silence,
With a sorrow all unknown,
For those who need companions,
Yet walk their ways alone.

There are songs enough for the lovers
Who share love's tender pain,
I sing for the one whose passion
Is given all in vain.

For those whose spirit comrades
Have missed them on their way,
I sing, with a heart o'erflowing,
This minor strain to-day.

And I know the Solar system
Must somewhere keep in space
A prize for that spent runner
Who barely lost the race.

For the plan would be imperfect
Unless it held some sphere
That paid for the toil and talent
And love that are wasted here.


 

[gardengirl]

A Winter Day -

by Lucy Maud Montgomery
 

The air is silent save where stirs
A bugling breeze among the firs;
The virgin world in white array
Waits for the bridegroom kiss of day;
All heaven blooms rarely in the east
Where skies are silvery and fleeced,
And o'er the orient hills made glad
The morning comes in wonder clad;
Oh, 'tis a time most fit to see
How beautiful the dawn can be!


II

Wide, sparkling fields snow-vestured lie
Beneath a blue, unshadowed sky;
A glistening splendor crowns the woods
And bosky, whistling solitudes;
In hemlock glen and reedy mere
The tang of frost is sharp and clear;
Life hath a jollity and zest,
A poignancy made manifest;
Laughter and courage have their way
At noontide of a winter's day.


III

Faint music rings in wold and dell,
The tinkling of a distant bell,
Where homestead lights with friendly glow
Glimmer across the drifted snow;
Beyond a valley dim and far
Lit by an occidental star,
Tall pines the marge of day beset
Like many a slender minaret,
Whence priest-like winds on crystal air
Summon the reverent world to prayer.