by Prasanta | Oct 1, 2018 | Beauty, Quotes
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” -L.M. Montgomery, in Anne Of Green Gables
by Prasanta | Oct 1, 2018 | Holy Spirit, surrender
The wind whispers in the leaves, “Change is coming, can you hear it?” Autumn breezes softly blow and colors subtly change. The wind scatters the few fallen leaves like my thoughts. That is when I remember the Holy Spirit moves like the wind, a gentle...
by Prasanta | Sep 22, 2018 | Poetry
by Prasanta | Aug 31, 2018 | Haiku, Nature, Poetry, Quotes, Uncategorized
… and so the day slips the long mournings of trees last traces of gold © prasanta – August 2018 “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” ― Sylvia...
by Prasanta | Nov 6, 2017 | Beauty, Quotes
“Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.” -William Cullen Bryant “Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.” -George Eliot...
by Prasanta | Oct 31, 2017 | 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 You are the rod, the arm, the voice You are honey withdrawn From my soul A foggy, misty morning Is what I...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 27, 2017 | Beauty, Poetry
Autumn Rain By D. H. Lawrence The plane leaves fall black and wet on the lawn; the cloud sheaves in heaven’s fields set droop and are drawn in falling seeds of rain; the seed of heaven on my face falling — I hear again like echoes even that softly pace heaven’s...
by Prasanta | Oct 21, 2017 | Beauty, Quotes
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” -Jim Bishop “He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams.” -J.R.R....
by Prasanta | Sep 22, 2017 | Beauty, Haiku, Poetry
Flames of Fall Reds and golds dripping The equinox dance begins Flames dying on land © prasanta September 2017 “Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” -Jim Bishop ...
by Prasanta | Nov 4, 2016 | Journal, Poetry, Uncategorized
Just down the street a bit, there is a wooden bench right by the river. I do not come here as often as I should, or as often as I think about coming. Yet, I have come in all the seasons, except winter; it is not so easy to linger in the winter. Besides the two male...
