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Serendipity in September

Posted on September 2, 2016 @ 10:42pm by corinne No comments
Serendipity in September

“September… the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.” – Alexander Theroux, 1981  “September days have the warmth of summer in the briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.” – September Days, Rowland E. Robinson “Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens…

August August

Posted on August 1, 2016 @ 5:30am by corinne No comments
August August

“Fairest of the months! Ripe summer’s queen. The hey-day of the year. With robes that gleam with sunny sheen. Sweet August doth appear.” – R. Combe Miller “Whilst August yet wears her golden crown, ripening fields lush-bright with promise; summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing her fading green glory on to riotous Autumn.” –…

July Reminiscences

Posted on June 30, 2016 @ 12:51am by corinne No comments
July Reminiscences

“The summer looks out from her brazen tower, through the flashing bars of July.” –Francis Thompson, A Corymbus for Autumn “The summer night is like a perfection of thought.” –Wallace Stevens July may well be one of the most anticipated months of the year by those of us in the Northern Hemisphere. It is on average…

Ode to June

Posted on June 4, 2016 @ 7:36am by corinne No comments
Ode to June

“June, a soft syllable, a genial name for one of the best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. The discussion of philosophy is over; it’s time for work to begin.” – Peter Loewer “In these divine pleasures permitted…

Fulfillment of May

Posted on May 6, 2016 @ 7:36pm by corinne No comments
Fulfillment of May

“When April steps aside for May, like diamonds all the rain drops glisten, fresh violets open every day, and to some new bird each hour we listen.” –Lucy Larcom The month of May is a time of great celebrations in the northern hemisphere, a time when beautifying flowers emerge, green grass erupts, deciduous trees bud,…

April Promises

Posted on April 3, 2016 @ 4:35pm by corinne No comments
April Promises

“No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.” – Hal Borland “April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.” – William Shakespeare “Listen, can you hear it? Spring’s sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The…

Expectations of March

Posted on March 3, 2016 @ 7:00pm by corinne No comments
Expectations of March

“The sun is brilliant in the sky but its warmth does not reach my face. The breeze stirs the trees but leaves my hair unmoved. The cooling rain will feed the grass but will not slake my thirst. It is all inches away but further from me than my dreams.” –M. Romeo LaFlamme As a…

Focus for February

Posted on February 2, 2016 @ 2:37am by corinne No comments
Focus for February

Poetry for the month of February, other than love notes embodying beautiful thoughts, feelings, and wishes penned for Valentine’s Day, is so often expressed with negative quotations. For example, by Shirley Jackson, American author and poet: “February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollection can bring back any air of summer.” Or by Anna Quindlen: “February is…

The Stillness of January

Posted on January 2, 2016 @ 5:57pm by corinne No comments
The Stillness of January

Western nations have observed January 1st as a holiday for only approximately the past 400 years, although Roman civilization celebrated a new yYear festival called the Calends, a time when people decorated their homes, in addition to giving each other gifts. Today with great hoopla, many people eagerly anticipate New Year’s Eve and the beginning of January as a time for celebration, gaiety, and renewal. We…

Deference to December

Posted on December 3, 2015 @ 5:10pm by corinne No comments
Deference to December

“In his mind, the white of winter’s snow concealed the colours of mankind’s destruction: the red for all the blood that had been spilled in endless wars and violence against its own, the brown of his decay, and the black of his death. Its arrival every year was as though God was purifying the countryside…