Too much verbiage! Cut things down to the essence, And evoke meaning.
Constable eyed some wagons and made such history, maybe a few ducks, water ripples, which gave...
Romantic notions, are not of Nature's essence, but Nature's image, in a distorted...
Early September, and a myriad green leaves , merge into the light.
Nature thrives around us constantly. Yet we don't notice Her beauty, until the poet or...
Follow the rhythms of Nature, like true artists. Make an effort to prepare the soil...
What's better than gold? A heart of gold and any golden rule Thus do not over the mined thing...
Discerning poets pluck from every kind of garden, the perfect flowers that grow, Tall and sun...
O, can you hear her? Yonder autumn days? A siren's voice, as silent steps she takes? Her...
First winds of autumn, Through the half-open window, of this old kitchen.
Summer is fading. Its bright pageant now turns pale, On the horizon.
Out in the countryside, I can imagine Rowing gently in a little boat of dreams, On a river of...
Solstice plague malady pox Upon naive fauna phlox Lackluster assured affliction Autumn...
Sun mingles with rain, and summer's growing is good. Flowers like artists, with...
Seasons rapidly pass by. No photographs or art can make them pause. Life is all...
The sunken cabins of a great wreck, sequined by, shoals of silver fish.
