poetry

I feast mine eyes on nature’s things,
And in the air a thousand wings
Beat out a thousand tunes.
The nooks around this noble place
Are filled with magic and with grace,
And nature’s bold fortunes.… Read the whole story

I was a scarecrow many a year,
No soul to give me a cheery word,
No one to love and no one to care
Till I found you, my beautiful bird.… Read the whole story

As I stopped by, that dark night,
Three roe in a gateway stood;
They seemed bemused by my light
So far from their darkened wood.

They stood ungainly and peered
Like kids or lambs fill’d with glee;
And then by magic appeared
Another to join the said three.… Read the whole story