HANNA'S WALK

The North Wind Blows…

The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the dormouse do then, Poor thing? Roll’d up like a ball, In his nest snug and small, He’ll sleep till warm weather comes in, Poor… Read More

January

A walk enclosed in black brown grey and a bit of green colours 🙂 Bare branches of each tree on this chilly January morn look so cold so forlorn. Gray skies dip ever so low left from yesterday’s… 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

One moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you, one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth, leaving… Read More

The Arrow and the Song

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell… Read More

That’s how the light gets in

In the rising of the sun and in its going down, In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter, In the opening of the buds and in the warmth of summer, In the rustling… Read More