snow in the air

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it strange To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen […]

Roundstone Harbour – Connemara

In Connemara With eyes all untroubled she laughs as she passes, Bending beneath the creel with the seaweed brown, Till evening with pearl dew dims the shining grasses And night lit with dreamlight enfolds the sleepy town. Then she will wander, her heart all a laughter, Tracking the dream star that lights the purple gloom. […]

Hope is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops – at all And sweetest, in the gale – is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm I’ve heard it in the chillest […]

Shambhala

You came.. and a silky rain flourished under the yellow leaves Today I went out on the balcony and i saw cyclamens bloom On the edge of the clouds the smallest ligtning was crying your name Listen! listen to the rain For an old tale talks and it is true you know like the old […]

Winter’s Night

Outside, the wind circles and dances round the house and fieldsrain lashes the window panes.Inside, the fire hisses and pops and Fluffy filled with turkeyslumbers under the Christmas tree …sparkling and glittering with lights and baubles Only a thin fox struggles for its footing returning hungrydown the country lane – watched by a lonesome owltoo […]

Kew Gardens (after the gates had shut)

Over the wall, softly, quickly tumbling thru’ the leafy fullness landing deep in a silvery blue fragrance. Shade and light flowing towards you – where spangled fronds flip jewels of moisture The sound of bells carries in the wind. One dragonfly swims someplace down a dusty sunbeam. m.joy (written while living in London at the […]

Spirit

Spirit You may have stashed away your spirit in a dark corner of a dark cupboard in a dark room in a dark house on a dark street in a dark town (on a dark night) because… so many different reasons probably because it hurt but somewhere – it is still lying there sparkling, waiting, […]

Watercolor

Sunrise Woke with unknown expectation and pushed the window ajar. my cat arrived and with excitement we listened to the chorus of birdsong exploding outside and felt the cool air I know if i could see beyond the trees i could see the sunrise and it would be very beautiful but through the trees i […]

Kids who are Different

From http://members.tripod.com/~patricia_f

Random words on a fridge door

concrete electric dazzle lasting impressions and silhouettes old songs paint visions of.. one’s own sweet time sense, nonsense, feelings color; black, white, green glorious harmony almost always music, you m.joy

Spike Milligan – Bump

Bump Things that go ‘bump’ in the night Should not really give one a fright. It’s the hole in each ear That lets in the fear, That, and the absence of light! Spike Milligan

‘Gentle rain’ by Shambhala

I am very honoured that a photograph i took a little while ago was used to express these beautiful words by ‘Shambhala’ βροχούλα Ήρθες… Κι άνθισε μια μεταξωτή βροχή κάτω απ’ τα κίτρινα φύλλα. Σήμερα, βγήκα στο μπαλκόνι κι είδα κυκλάμινα ν’ ανθίζουν στην άκρη των νεφών. Η πιο μικρή αστραπή ψέλλιζε το όνομά σου. […]