mushroom
The mushroom pushes
Its soft skull
Up through the soil,
Spreads its frail
Ribs into full
Pale bloom,
And floats,
A dim ghost,
Above the tomb
Where an oak’s
Old dust lies
Flourishing still
~
by Valerie Worth from all the small poems and fourteen more
I can’t get enough of this album. Great for those quiet, passionate evenings. I’ve been singing into my broomstick.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
Willa Cather (1873 - 1947), O Pioneers! (1913)
horse chestnut
Almost the best
Thing about a
Horse chestnut
Is that it just
Fits the hand,
And can be
Held hidden,
A secret
Shining brown
In the mind.
-Valerie Worth
— http://life.time.com/culture/jack-nicholson-unpublished-photos-1969/#13
How fun would this be?! Now where’s that type writer?
Andy Stanley has hit the nail on the head. It is an amazing thing. Worth a watch if you want to have a love “as a verb” relationship.
Waterdeep is one of my favorite bands…musically and lyrically. This one really hits it out of the ball park for me.
“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
― William Blake
A southern girl makes it in the North West. Pull on your slippers and grab some grits, we're here to make some poetry. The kind you might want to ingest.
