March Garden Blogger’s Muse Day

“Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

Today is March Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening , nature or whatever strikes you.

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.

 

 

Dear March – Come in –
How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right up stairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

Emily Dickinson

New Year’s Day – Muse Day

“New Year’s Day – Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

Today is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening , nature or whatever strikes you.

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.


 

Best wishes to everyone for a healthy and prosperous new year.

 

 

“Another fresh new year is here . . .
Another year to live!
To banish worry, doubt, and fear,
To love and laugh and give!

This bright new year is given me
To live each day with zest . . .
To daily grow and try to be
My highest and my best!

I have the opportunity
Once more to right some wrongs,
To pray for peace, to plant a tree,
And sing more joyful songs!”

-William Arthur Ward

November Muse Day

“November Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

Yesterday was Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening , nature or whatever strikes you. Here is mine just a little late.

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.

 

 

 

“Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky,
How beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness
There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with
The music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.”
–   Krishnamurti

 

 

October Gave a Party

“October Gave a Party”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

 


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October’s Party

by George Cooper

October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came.
The Chestnuts, Oaks and Maples,
And leaves of every name.

The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.

The Chestnuts came in yellow,
The Oaks in crimson dressed;
The lovely Misses maple
In scarlet looked their best.

All balanced to their partners,
And gaily fluttered by;
The sight was like a rainbow
New fallen from the sky.

I remember this poem from an English textbook I had in elementary school. The illustration that went with the poem showed leaves of different colors with human faces, arms, and legs all dancing around in a forest. For a child who had never seen fall color in person (here on the Gulf of Mexico coast we never really get the beautiful colors you northerners see) it conjured up such wonderful images of fall color. I am determined one day to see in person the splendid fall color I have only seen in photographs.

Today is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening , nature or whatever strikes you.

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day. Be sure to visit Carolyn’s blog for other poems.

March GBMD

“March GBMD”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

Today is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening , nature or whatever strikes you.

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

The Tempest, William Shakespeare

 

October Muse Day

“Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

Today is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening.

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.

Often autumn poems are sad and depressing – all about things dying, etc.  This is why I like the following poem.  It’s a little lighter.


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Merry Autumn
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.

Such principles are most absurd,—
I care not who first taught ’em;
There’s nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.

In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.

Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e’en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.

The seed burs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.

A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o’er with laughter.

The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.

The earth is just so full of fun
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.

Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.

Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.

August Muse Day

“August Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

Today is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening.  Considering our recent weather, this old song came to mind.

 

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SUMMER IN THE CITY

 

Hot time, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting burnt and gritty

Been down, isn’t it a pity

Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city.

All around people looking half dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a matchhead.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Lovin Spoonful

 

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.   Be sure to stop by for other great poems.

July Muse Day


“July Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called 
Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

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The Garden of Alcinous

Homer

Close to the gates a spacious garden lies,

From storms defended and inclement skies;

Four acres was the allotted space of ground,

Fenced with a green enclosure all around.

Tall thriving trees confessed the fruitful mould;

The reddening apple ripens here to gold,

Here the fig with luscious juice o’er flows,

With deeper red the full pomegranate glows,

Then branch here bends beneath the weighty pear,

And verdant olives flourish round the year.

The balmy spirit of the western gale

Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail;

Each dropping pear a following pear supplies,

On apples apples, figs on figs arise:

The same mild season gives the blooms to blow,

The buds to harden and the fruits to grow.

Here ordered vines in equal ranks appear

With all the united labors of the year;

Some to unload the fertile branches run,

Some dry the blackening clusters in the sun,

Others to tread the liquid harvest join,

The groaning presses foam with floods of wine.

Here are the vines in early flower described,

Here grapes discolored on the sunny side,

And there in autumn’s richest purple dyed.

Beds of all various herbs, forever green,

In beauteous order terminate the scene.

Two plenteous fountains the whole prospect crowned;

This through the gardens leads its streams around,

Visits each plant, and waters all the ground;

While that in pipes beneath the palace flows,

And thence its current on the town bestows;

To various use their various streams they bring,

The people one and one supplies the King.

Thanks to Carolyn of Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for sponsoring Garden Bloggers’ Muse day, a day to post an orginal or favorite poem about nature.  Be sure to stop by her blog to see other great nature poems.

June Muse Day

“June Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

Today is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, a day to post a poem relating to gardening.  Thanks to Carolyn of Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.  Be sure to check out her blog for more nature poetry, and maybe add your own favorite.

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A Little Budding Rose
by Emily Bronte
It was a little budding rose,
Round like a fairy globe,
And shyly did its leaves unclose
Hid in their mossy robe,
But sweet was the slight and spicy smell
It breathed from its heart invisible.

May Muse Day

“May Muse Day”, a copyrighted post, was written for my WordPress blog called Always Growing by Jan in Covington, Louisiana

 

Today is Garden Blogger’s Muse Day, day to post a poem relating to gardening.

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.   Be sure to visit and see other poetry selections

 

FANCIES

SURELY the flowers of a hundred springs
Are simply the souls of beautiful things!

The poppies aflame with gold and red
Were the kisses of lovers in days that are fled.

The purple pansies with dew-drops pearled
Were the rainbow dreams of a youngling world.

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The lily, white as a star apart,
Was the first pure prayer of a virgin heart.

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The daisies that dance and twinkle so
Were the laughter of children in long ago.

The sweetness of all true friendship yet
Lives in the breath of the mignonette.

To the white narcissus there must belong
The very delight of a maiden’s song.

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And the rose, all flowers of the earth above,
Was a perfect, rapturous thought of love.

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Oh! surely the blossoms of all the springs
Must be the souls of beautiful things.

Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942)

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