To
speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see
the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun
illuminates only the eye of man, but shines into the eye and the heart
of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outer senses
are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of
infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and
earth becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature a wild
delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says --
he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be
glad with me.--Ralph Waldo Emerson in Nature
(1836)
(1836)
Whatever we wear
we become beautiful--
moon-viewing!
--Chiyo (1703-1775)
NEW Mother Sun and Mistress Moon by stardustraven
Echo's Echoes and Pirates of the Air by stardustraven
NEW Five Haiku by Marion L. Ritcey
NEW Translation by Ron Harton
Writing and Enjoying Haibun by Mary Mageau
Peregian by Mary Mageau See Mary Mageau's books on her author page
Variant Music by Richard Yost
Ancient Beauty an essay and poem by Sara Alfieri
Two Alone and Day's End by Ansley B. Carter
Our Ocean Front Retreat, The Blorenge An Autumn Walk and Forest Drive by Ann M. Brixey
Flex & Alex and Chad and Chipster Mall Birds and The Pebble by Marion L. Ritcey
Sea, Rainbow in the Dark & Cloud of Days by Pamela Hill
Carolina Wren A Song and Video by Shane Palkovitz
Sitting On the Hill and Whispers with the Moon (trans.) by Mohammed R. Monifi
Pinecones and On Janes Avenue by Wilda Morris
The Aliso Loop Trail by Shara Keller
The Tree and Within the Wood by Duane Huddleston
from What I Learned at Bug Camp a book by Sarah Juniper Rabkin
Canada and Beyond by Richard F. Fleck Now Complete
See Richard's new book Mountains on My Mind at Barnes and Noble
