To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain’d his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as [...]
Tag: Natural World
Poetry Mondays – On a Lane In Spring by John Clare
On a Lane in Spring. A Little Lane, the brook runs close besideAnd spangles in the sunshine while the fish glide swiftly byAnd hedges leafing with the green spring tideFrom out their greenery the old birds flyAnd chirp and whistle in the morning sunThe pilewort glitters ‘neath the pale blue skyThe little robin has [...]
Poetry Mondays – The Brook by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
The Brook. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To [...]
Charlotte’s Ramblings.
Image from canva.com I'm writing this on a chilly Saturday afternoon. While I was waiting for the tea in the teapot to brew, I was thinking of everything that is and has been going on. Probably not the best thing to be doing on a Saturday afternoon, but I couldn't help but think about all [...]