Posts from the ‘poetry’ category

Prayer for Thanksgiving

Here’s a prayer from Robert Louis Stevenson that  would be fitting for your Thanksgiving table — or any table. Lord, behold our family here assembled. We…

May Day

A poem for May, from Sara Teasdale: May Day A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is…

Mr. Nobody

I’ve printed this and I’m hanging it up in our home this week. Perhaps you’d like to do the same. Do you have Mr. Nobody at…

Christmas, Whidbey Island

Today is the solstice: the darkest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere. I heard a friend say that she loves the solstice, because it…

Welcome, July

On the Grasshopper and Cricket John Keats The Poetry of earth is never dead:   When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,  …

Joy

Friends were sharing favorite gratitude poems yesterday, and this one stuck out to me. Joy by Julie Cadwallader-Staub Who could need more proof than honey— How the…

On Cleaning the Bedroom

My friend Rebecca has done the impossible:  she has made me want to clean bedrooms.  Oh sure, I can easily see the poetry in a clean…

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at nightAnd dress by yellow candle-light.In summer quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day.I have to go…