The moods of the Earth are written in the sky. They are not costly or glamorized and provide us with an ever-present, ever-changing beauty that enriches life. Special moments reflect their meanings to those of us who can stop...and look...and see. We thank nature photographer Neil Davey of our local Techmedic computer repair service for donating these fine pictures.
THE SKIES can’t keep their secret!
They tell it to the hills—
The hills just tell the orchards—
And they the daffodils!
AN AWFUL tempest mashed the air,
The clouds were gaunt and few;
A black, as of a spectre’s cloak,
Hid heaven and earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth,
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster’s faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was Paradise!
THE MOON was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
ANGELS in the early morning
May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?
THE SUN just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.
FREQUENTLY the woods are pink,
Frequently are brown;
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
