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.
I sense autumn winds, As summer's green begins to turn, to red and gold.
This pink and purple sunset, behind passing clouds, is most enchanting.
Summer's rose withers too soon, like a fleeting dream, that can't be captured.
I am the sea come Listen to my waves Come feel my breezes You will be pleased ...
O the soft light,that captures a rose in bloom, Transfigures the grey stream into sapphire blue!...
This August moon hangs broodingly, over the trees, in starless, night skies.
