THE TWO TREES - by William Butler Yeats

 

THE TWO TREES by William Butler Yeats Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,The holy tree is growing there;From joy the holy branches start,And all the trembling flowers they bear.The changing colours of its fruitHave dowered the stars with merry light;The surety of its hidden rootHas planted quiet in the night;The shaking of its leafy headHas given the waves their melody,And made my lips and music wed,Murmuring a wizard song for thee.There the Loves a circle go,The flaming circle of our days,Gyring, spiring to and froIn those great ignorant leafy ways;Remembering all that shaken hairAnd how the winged sandals dart,Thine eyes grow full of tender care:Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.Gaze no more in the bitter glassThe demons, with their subtle guile.Lift up before us when they pass,Or only gaze a little while;For there a fatal image growsThat the stormy night receives,Roots half hidden under snows,Broken boughs and blackened leaves.For ill things turn to barrennessIn the dim glass the demons hold,The glass of outer weariness,Made when God slept in times of old.There, through the broken branches, goThe ravens of unresting thought;Flying, crying, to and fro,Cruel claw and hungry throat,Or else they stand and sniff the wind,And shake their ragged wings; alas!Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

I LOVE A TREE - by Samuel N. Baxter

I LOVE A TREE by Samuel N. Baxter When I pass on to my reward,Whatever that may be,I’d like my friends to think of meAs one who loved a tree. I may not have a statesman’s poise,Nor thrill a crowd with speech,But I can benefit mankindIf I set out a beech. If I transport a sapling oakTo rear its mighty head,’Twill shade and shelter those who comeLong after I am dead. If in the park I plant an elm,Where children come to play,To them ’twill be a childhood shrineThat will not soon decay. Of if I plant a tree with fruit,On which the birds may feed,I’ve helped to foster feathered friends,And that’s a worthy deed. For winter, when the days grow shortAnd spirits may run low,I’d plant a pine upon the ‘scape;’Twould lend a cheering glow. I’d like a tree to mark the spotWhere I am laid to rest,To me ‘twould be an epitaphThat I would love the best. And though not carved upon a stoneFor those who come to see,My friends would know that resting hereIs one who loved a tree.

A STILL MOMENT - by Abimbola T. Alabi

 

A  STILL  MOMENT by Abimbola T. Alabi Take a moment.Put the worries behind.Take in the beauty around.Let it relax your mind. Watch the golden glowOf the rising morning sun.Embrace the peaceful auraOf the break of dawn. Savor the soft caressOf the gently moving breeze.Listen to its nifty tuneAmong the swaying trees. Enjoy the lovely sceneOf a floating butterfly.Graceful flight and happy tweetsOf a bird perched up high. Peruse the evening skyIn its dazzling splendor.The wide and open palletMerging shapes and colors. Relish the loving sightOf children having fun,Skipping feet and carefree voicesUnder the setting sun. Spare a still momentEvery once in a while.Take in the beauty around.Take it in with a smile.

GIFTS - by Alora M. Knight

 

GIFTS by Alora M. Knight I wonder if we realizeThe gifts that we've been given,The endless flow of beautyBestowed on us by heaven. A rainbow arcing 'cross the skiesShares its radiant hues,While clouds that tumble here and therePortray fantastic views. Nighttime's filled with countless stars,Each shares a twinkling lightWhile the moon rotates in gloryAs it travels throughout the night. Those who welcome early dawnSee beauty unsurpassed.The evening sun surrenders day,Its glowing lights amassed. It's there for everyone to share,To benefit thereby.A beauty that is freely givenTo those who look up at the sky.

THE JI XUE STONE - A REAL JEWEL IN CHINA

 

The Jixuehi stone  -  a stone of the color of the blood of a chicken is mined in the Changhua settlement in the Lin'an city county in Hangzhou - Zhejiang province, Eastern China . It belongs to the category of precious stones. The stone received such a red hue due to the cinnabar, which is included in its composition. It is widely used for making seals and figurines. In 2008, the Jixueshi stone was included in the list of the second group of objects of intangible cultural heritage of national importance, and in 2018 - in the national list of the first group of objects of the revival of traditional art. 

WINTER AGAIN - by Steve Katz

 

WINTER  AGAIN by   Steve Katz another winter has come your head and hands go numb looking forward to the frost and snow nights spent near the fire watching the embers glow the cat snuggled in tight curl a nice mug of warm chocolate thaws out my nose and brings life back to my toes as I climb the wooden hill I think of all the nice things I like about this time of year

THE HUNT FOR THE NORTHERN LIGHTS - by Lesley Elaine Greenwood

 

THE  HUNT  FOR  THE  NORTHERN  LIGHTS by  Lesley Elaine Greenwood Snowy white fox of the Arctic,was it your brush-like tailthat sprayed snow, like crystal sparks,adorning the dark sky with a shimmering veil?Are you the Northern Lights ? Flourishing forest fungi,was it your luminescent glowthat ignited fires across the frozen North,covering the woodland floor, so very long ago?Are you the Northern Lights ? Plentiful waters of Laplandwas it the light falling into your seas,that reflected back off the fishes shiny, wet scalesinto the streams of the sky ? If so please,Are you the Northern lights ? Or was it the solar winds that, colliding with earth's gasses,started to glow, creating streamers in their masses?A magnificent array of colours. Reds, greens, violets, blues,A mystical curtain of  bright celestial hues.Constantly in motion.A beautiful blaze of auroral displaysAround Heaven's swirling ocean. AURORA BOREALIS !Trailing bands of luminous  plasma,Spellbinding, magical sights.A plethora of colourful waves from the  sun.Was He the creator of the wonderfulNorthern Lights ?

GIFTS AND PRESENTS - by Aufie Zophy

 

GIFTS  AND  PRESENTS by  Aufie Zophy Isn’t it always fun and pleasantTo receive a wonderful presentWrapped in paper and ribbons of goldA gift of value and beauty untold Unexpected or on a special eventReceived from a brother or friendSuch gifts make us really feel goodThey have to power to change our mood Now in your heart and mind,think about gifts of another kindof presents that are floating in the airforever and always there. Everyday we get such gifts for freeThink just about all the beauty we seeThe peace we find at dawn in our roomThe song of a bird, a marvellous tune There is so much in nature to be adoredWhich gets all too often simply ignoredSo is also the love that sits in our heartAnd the creativity, our sense for art. The love sits in our heart; be always aware:It is replenished no matter how much we shareSharing love, the greatest gift we get from GodBut all too often we appreciate it not. Creativity another gift from aboveAs valuable for our character as love.Using our talents as well as we canfor helping any other woman or man Most of the gifts of nature are always thereWe just need to open our heart and let it inLove and creativity in abundance to shareSo let’s all be aware and live a life from within.

AUTUMN - COLORING PAGES

 

COLORS OF AUTUMN - by Jim Foulk

 

COLORS  OF  AUTUMN  by  Jim Foulk I can smell fall in the air my eyes behold golden leaves as they descend slowly onto the ground the dying of summer brings on fall oh, the wonder of it all. The Autumn colors such a splendid marvel painted all around me covers me with feelings of compassion knowing this beauty that surrounds me, is only for a short time until all the land, will be barren on this spot, where I stand.

AUTUMN SONG - by Sarojini Naidu

 

AUTUMN  SONG by Sarojini Naidu Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,   The sunset hangs on a cloud;A golden storm of glittering sheaves,Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,   The wild wind blows in a cloud. Hark to a voice that is calling   To my heart in the voice of the wind:My heart is weary and sad and alone,For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,   And why should I stay behind?

AUTUMN MORNING - by Agatha Eliza Laposi

 

 

AUTUMN  MORNING  by Agatha Eliza Laposi A blurry morning breaks in my heartlike a shy sun over a battlefieldafter a long absence of lightand a carpet of leaveslies at my feet... 'It's Autumn again'; he said to me'celebration of rust and coppernature's majestic symphonywhen colours invadethe cosmos'... The lonesome path towards the woodsinhabited by acorns and leaves,trees and stones-all setin harmony..you seeAutumn again.