#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Robert Burns
🎨 Jeff Stanford
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
And o'er the arch of heaven pied films
of vapor float.
There's joyance and there's freedom when
the fishing boats go out.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
🎨 Harold Harvey (1874 - 1941)
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
To try to understand the ones
That no one cares to know.
And make them feel some value
When the world has let them go.
Pat A Fleming
🎨 Joan Gilchrist
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Memories of Cape Cod
Leave your pebbles on the sand, and your
shells, too, and come along, we'll find you another
beach like the beach at Truro.
Edna St Vincent Millay
🎨 Jim Musil
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
All around the garden flowers
Big velvet bees are bumbling
They hover low and as they go
They're mumbling, mumbling, mumbling
Daphne Lister
🎨 Alan Parry
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
and before the street begins,
and there the moon-bird rests from his flight
Shel Silverstein
🎨 Azawan
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Windows down, the breeze rolls in.
Painting gold across my skin.
The city slows its breath with me.
As if we share this reverie.
Ennly Blue
🎨 Richard Claremont
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
What pretty drooping weeping flowers they are:
The clipt-frilled leaves, the slender stalk they bear
On which the drooping flower hangs weeping dew,
How beautiful through April time and May
The woods look, filled with wild anemone
John Clare (1793-1864)
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Swaying waves, gentle froth,
the water shimmers and sparkles.
Is it the dance of the setting sun?
The flicker and splash of scaly fishtails?
Or can she see the mermaids
as they frolic and play?
Kim Davies
🎨 Sherree Valentine Daines
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
In the place that is my own place,
whose earth
I am shaped in and must bear,
there is an old tree growing,
a great sycamore
that is a wonderful healer of itself.
Wendall Berry
🎨 Edgar Alwin Payne (1883-1947)
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Seasons change with time,
Rain falls and storms destroys,
But not thee lonely boat
Like thee heart.
Matsepe Molefi
🎨 Unknown
#CapeCod #Photography
VAN GOGH's INSPIRATION?
The closest view ever obtained of Jupiter's atmosphere.
The image was captured by NASA's Juno spacecraft.
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
🎨 Lizzie Spikes
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
And now the boughs begin to leaf
The sun does shine with gentle beam,
To light the flowers there beneath
And glisten on the restful stream.
Andrew Blakemore
🎨 Rick Stevens
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Soaring, tumbling, gliding in the air
With a speed and endurance shinning clear
In awe I gaped, staring mesmerized
At such strength that outweighs the size.
Myr Reyes E Tejada
🎨 Alan Parry
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Anton Pavlenko
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
Not long beneath the whelming brine,
Expert to swim, he lay;
Nor soon he felt his strength decline,
Or courage die away
William Cowper
🎨 NC Wyeth
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
And the cat on the windowsill slyly,
Eyes but slits, as the wind turns the windmills,
Cleaning herself, hears us all.
Robert Rorabeck
🎨 Antonio Guzmán Capel
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I was walking
over the dunes when I saw
the red fox asleep under the green
branches of the pine.
It flared up
in the sweet order of its being,
and it
came to me how the polish of the world
changes everything
- Mary Oliver
🎨 Barbara Jane Art & Design
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing—
Emily Dickinson
🎨© Bettina Baldassari
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled of the green;
And I whispered “Wh-s-st! witch-hare,”
Away like a ghostie o’er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
Walter de la Mare.
🎨 Julia Crossland
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #EarlySpring
And the soul is up on the roof
In her nightdress, straddling the ridge,
Singing a song about the wildness of the sea
Until the first rip of pink appears in the sky.
Billy Collins
🎨 Mark Beck
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Soring
Nobody tried to put it into words
The birds, the trees, the ponds, the
sudden stretches of the sea
the field wind swept and free
The hills were quiet feet had trod
The heavenly peace of old Cape Cod
- unknown (1850)
🎨 Edward Hopper
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As ‘Slimy skin,’ or ‘Polly-wog,’
Or likewise ‘Ugly Jame's.
Hillaire Belloc
🎨 Gennady Spirin
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
Garden blossoms open
with the rising sun,
reaching for her warmth
and promise of a bright tomorrow.
Pamela A Lamppa
🎨 Marcelle Milo Gray
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting #Spring
It is morning, and again
I am the lucky person to be in it
Mary Oliver
🎨 Kaoru Yamada
#CapeCod #Poetry #Painting
The sea is enormous, but calm with evening and sunset,
rearranging its islands for the night, changing its own blues
Elizabeth Coatsworth
🎨 Jean Mallard
