Moontides

  The moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most wonderful of the twenty-four hours.  No matter how weary or dreary you ma...

Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies To listen to ...

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast.   James Mont...

Whether we wake or we sleep, Whether we carol or weep, The Sun with his Planets in chime, Marketh the going of Time. Edward Fitzgeral...

Month which the warring ancients strangely styled The month of war, -- as if in their fierce ways Were any month of peace! -- in thy rou...

I watch the springs, the summers, the autumns; And when comes the winter snow monotonous, I shut all the doors and shutters To bui...

Another Monday.  Another storm.  By now I should be quite used to it, but this time I almost broke down in tears when I heard the forecast...