Monday, August 7, 2017

Morning Skies, Dead Trees and Dirt Roads


"An Angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn."
(Dawn by Paul Laurence Dunbar)





"The poetry of the earth is never dead." (John Keats)





"I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to the land of heart's desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a loud voice that she did not permit town to sap all the years away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth." (Marian Dudley Cran The Garden of Ignorance 1913)



(Photos: ril, Monday morning, 7 August 2017)


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