Monday, October 26, 2009

This Week Inspirations.

The poem by Emily Dickinson:

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.



...and redbreasted Nuthatch...




Milkweed...

Apples...



...and beautiful autumn colors around my home. Here is my old small apple tree (the model for my etching) on the right.


I feel like I can hear Una Furtiva Lagrima (from Donizetti's "L'Elisir D'Amore") when I look around. So much beauty.




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