by Prasanta | Oct 31, 2018 | Garden, Wordless Wednesday
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by Prasanta | Oct 25, 2018 | Beauty, Change, Creation, flowers, Garden, God's Faithfulness, God's Word
All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall… …but the word of the Lord endures forever. 1 Peter 1:24-25 ...
by Prasanta | Oct 22, 2018 | Poetry
What did Autumn ask Of you On trails of fallen leaves Where children stomp Adults stroll and winds scatter? What did your eyes seek Among the rust, the gold? You are the rod, the arm, the voice You are honey withdrawn From my soul A foggy, misty morning Is what I...
by Prasanta | Oct 17, 2018 | Poetry, Prayer
Beautifully curling upward, Cupping droplets that land on its skin I take my finger, wipe the drop Leaving a skirmish behind The autumn leaf is like a heart Turned toward heaven Changing colors, singing in its death— I wonder, Leaf, how many songs have you sung? * I...
by Prasanta | Oct 8, 2018 | Beauty, Change, Garden, Photogrpahy, Photos, Poetry, poets
Autumn in the Garden by Henry Van Dyke When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves Over fallen leaves; Then my olden garden, where the golden soil Through the toil Of a hundred years is mellow, rich,...
by Prasanta | Oct 6, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, trees
Senescent (adjective) growing old; aging. Cell Biology. (of a cell) no longer capable of dividing but still alive and metabolically active. As in: trees laughing leaves, dropping down on me, floating in the wind. I catch a handful of laughter, toss it back in the air....
by Prasanta | Oct 2, 2018 | Beauty, Poetry, poets
Besides the Autumn Poets Sing by Emily Dickinson Besides the autumn poets sing, A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the haze. A few incisive mornings, A few ascetic eves,— Gone Mr. Bryant’s golden-rod, And Mr. Thomson’s sheaves....
