#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
In the place that is my own place,
whose earth
I am shaped in and must bear,
there is an old tree growing,
a great sycamore
that is a wonderful healer of itself.
Wendall Berry
🎨 Edgar Alwin Payne (1883-1947)
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Seasons change with time,
Rain falls and storms destroys,
But not thee lonely boat
Like thee heart.
Matsepe Molefi
🎨 Unknown
#CapeCod #Photography
VAN GOGH's INSPIRATION?
The closest view ever obtained of Jupiter's atmosphere.
The image was captured by NASA's Juno spacecraft.
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
🎨 Lizzie Spikes
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
And now the boughs begin to leaf
The sun does shine with gentle beam,
To light the flowers there beneath
And glisten on the restful stream.
Andrew Blakemore
🎨 Rick Stevens
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Soaring, tumbling, gliding in the air
With a speed and endurance shinning clear
In awe I gaped, staring mesmerized
At such strength that outweighs the size.
Myr Reyes E Tejada
🎨 Alan Parry
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Anton Pavlenko
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Not long beneath the whelming brine,
Expert to swim, he lay;
Nor soon he felt his strength decline,
Or courage die away
William Cowper
🎨 NC Wyeth
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
And the cat on the windowsill slyly,
Eyes but slits, as the wind turns the windmills,
Cleaning herself, hears us all.
Robert Rorabeck
🎨 Antonio Guzmán Capel
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I was walking
over the dunes when I saw
the red fox asleep under the green
branches of the pine.
It flared up
in the sweet order of its being,
and it
came to me how the polish of the world
changes everything
- Mary Oliver
🎨 Barbara Jane Art & Design
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I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing—
Emily Dickinson
🎨© Bettina Baldassari
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled of the green;
And I whispered “Wh-s-st! witch-hare,”
Away like a ghostie o’er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
Walter de la Mare.
🎨 Julia Crossland
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #EarlySpring
And the soul is up on the roof
In her nightdress, straddling the ridge,
Singing a song about the wildness of the sea
Until the first rip of pink appears in the sky.
Billy Collins
🎨 Mark Beck
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Soring
Nobody tried to put it into words
The birds, the trees, the ponds, the
sudden stretches of the sea
the field wind swept and free
The hills were quiet feet had trod
The heavenly peace of old Cape Cod
- unknown (1850)
🎨 Edward Hopper
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Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As ‘Slimy skin,’ or ‘Polly-wog,’
Or likewise ‘Ugly Jame's.
Hillaire Belloc
🎨 Gennady Spirin
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Garden blossoms open
with the rising sun,
reaching for her warmth
and promise of a bright tomorrow.
Pamela A Lamppa
🎨 Marcelle Milo Gray
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
The sea is enormous, but calm with evening and sunset,
rearranging its islands for the night, changing its own blues
Elizabeth Coatsworth
🎨 Jean Mallard
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #EarlySpring
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
🎨 Paul Evans
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
The noon day sun blazing overhead
A spattering of clouds floating by
Me and my old dog sitting together
in the shade
Marcellus Wilinski
🎨 Tony Karpinski
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
AE Houseman
🎨 Claude Monet
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
A pale and pining girl, head bowed, heart gnawed,
whose figure nods and shivers in a shawl
of fine white wool, has suddenly appeared
in the damp woods, as mild and mute as snowfall.
Alice Oswald
🎨 Jo Grundy 'carpet of snowdrops'
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I suppose
the deer
waited
to see the sun lift itself up,
filling the hills with light and shadows—
Mary Oliver
🎨 Shelley Perkins
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I sit at the window watching
afternoon come to an end,
a curious quality to the light,
a half-light, a feeling of green,
Kay N Sanders
🎨 Richard Claremont
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #EarlySpring
Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes
Read to me stories of magical times
Jane Yolen
🎨 Studio Zosara
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
On the horizon is the pink light of morning and my garden isn’t born yet but it dreams of peonies, poppies, and peace. Daydreams.
Juliet Wittman
🎨 Lucy Almy Bird
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I woke early today,
To view the sunrise this day.
Nature painted the world,
With a new bright yellow brush.
Ronald Chapman
🎨 Paul Evans
