A May Day

A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King. Emily Dickinson  


‘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 –… Read More

Love Awoke One Winter’s Night …

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars. Charles A. Beard The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple… Read More

A Bee

What do you suppose? A bee sat on my nose. Then what do you think? He gave me a wink And said, “I beg your pardon, I thought you were the garden. Rhyme from England The pedigree of… Read More

The Door

Not knowing when the down will come I open every door. Emily Dickinson