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And so starts a new season and a new photo series with some of my ever favourite poems and my own shots. A London Summer No, no, ...

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;  And give us not to think so far away  As the uncertain harvest; keep us here  ...

The snow melts on the mountain And the water runs down to the spring, And the spring in a turbulent fountain, With a song of yout...

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting i...

Born with the moon in Cancer Choose her a name she will answer to Call her green and the winters cannot fade her Call her green f...

By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast -- a cold wind. Bey...

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses,...

Have you been following my Signs of Spring photo series over on the Cafe Cat? You haven't? But there's famous poems and everything! ...

Sound the flute! Now it’s mute. Birds delight Day and night. Nightingale In the dale, Lark in the sky, Merrily, Merrily,...

I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to th...

The air was full of sun and birds, The fresh air sparkled clearly. Remembrance wakened in my heart And I knew I loved her dearly....

Where I lived - winter and hard earth. I sat in my cold stone room choosing tough words, granite, flint, to break the ice. M...