Seagulls in St. Albans Bay (special thanks to the wind that held them in place)
Tag: vermont
Fish and Wildlife Launch Near Killcare
Grainy Snow Moon
Snow Moon from the backyard, 2/27/2021
“Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
In gazing even upward,I saw a cloud-sprent autumn skyPerforated nearly By the waxing lunar eye;A rainbow wrought in cirrus, Rounding perfectly and still.One hallowed image crafted Just to, momentary, lie.And in that vap'rous sheercloth,Like a veil upon the night,I sought to find some meaningIn an arc of prismed light.But soon the wind had carried allAnd … Continue reading “Two Poems on the Full Moon”, & the Border Sky
Random Pictures
A few of my favorites that I've taken in the last year, to establish some photographs for this site.
On Sterling Pond
"Neither had my secret thought conceived the snowflake, nor in all my music was contained the falling of the rain."J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Silmarillion" (1977) One ridge of phosphorescent glass, electric with sunlight. At another angle the breeze-raked surface applauds, dappled with buoyant reflective motes; sparks struck off the forge of creation, an alloyed sheen like … Continue reading On Sterling Pond
“If” by Rudyard Kipling
Hermit Thought Since my own flashes of inspiration are so sporadic, I figure I'll start posting some of my favorite pieces in the spaces between original posts. I read this particular poem for the first time in my sophomore year. It was a class about poetry in Vermont, which included Kipling because he visited and … Continue reading “If” by Rudyard Kipling
Stratosphere
A pillar of light Is a wondrous sight With a sprawl vast beneath you Like bright stars at night But this tower of glass Will never surpass A flowering oak tree Or a green field of grass
On I-89
Moonlit crests of gentle mountains And soft porch lights in glens below A nestled warmth within me fountains As I greet this land, the home I know This is the joy, the quiet rapture Of drawing close, of being near A bone-deep love none else can capture Which keeps me ever turning here From snow … Continue reading On I-89
Hermit Thrush 