April Muse Day

“April 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.

 

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A Rose

by

Emily Dickinson

A sepal, petal, and a thorn

Upon a common summer morn

A flash of dew, a bee or two,

A breeze,

A caper in the trees,

And I am a rose!

 

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These are two of the roses in my garden that have just started blooming.

 

March Muse Day

“March 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 or nature.

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

 

 

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The naked earth is warm with Spring,

And with green grass and bursting trees

Leans to the sun’s gaze glorying,

And quivers in the sunny breeze.

from In Battle

by

Julian Grenfell

 

 

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Be sure and stop by Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for other wonderful poetry posts.

February Muse Day.

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

The first of the month 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.

I’m a day late posting for Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.  Some computer problems threw me off on the date, but better late than never.  While my oak tree is not as majestic as the one Whitman writes about, it is on its way to being one of the wonderful live oaks we have so many of here in Louisiana.

 

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I saw in Louisiana a Live Oak Growing

 

Walt Whitman

 

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
All alone it stood and the moss hung down from its branches,
Without any companion it grew there uttering joyous leaves of dark green,
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself,
But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves standing alone there without its friend near, for I knew I could not,
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss,
And brought it away, and I have placed it in sight in my room,
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends,
(For I believe lately I think of little else than them,)
Yet it remains to me a curious token, it makes me think of manly love;

 

For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana solitary in a wide flat space,
Uttering joyous leaves all its life without a friend or lover near,
I know very well I could not.
 

A New Start

“A New Start”, 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 favorite poem.

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


This poem seems appropriate for starting out a new year.

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A New Start

by

Bernard Shaw


I have wiped the slate clean,

No more reminders from the past.

Memories of what I have been,

Have vanished at long last.

I look forward to my future new,

Where all is territory strange.

Soon I will be among the few,

That plans their life at long range.

I see my life laid out at my feet,

New friends shall rally at my call.

They will be the first that I greet,

At this my welcoming ball.

Soon all memories will depart,

Of a past left well behind.

I will get off to a new start,

With the best of all mankind.


I hope the New Year brings everyone peace, good health, and happiness.

December Muse Day

“December 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. Check out other bloggers’ poem selections at Carolyn’s blog.


I Heard a Bird Sing

by

Oliver Herford


I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.

‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.


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November Muse Day

“November 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.  Now, that it is November, there seems to be less gardening to be done and more time to spend with family and friends.  That is why I chose this poem for November’s Muse Day.

Thanksgiving

Edgar Guest

“Give me the end of the year an’ its fun
When most of the plannin’ an’ toilin’ is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest,
Let me sit down with the ones I love best,
Hear the old voices still ringin’ with song,
See the old faces unblemished by wrong,
See the old table with all of its chairs
An’ I’ll put soul in my Tha
nksgivin’ prayers.”


Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.  Check out some of the poems other bloggers have chosen for this month.

September Muse Day

“September 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.

Considering our situation, I thought this would be appropriate for Muse Day.

Hurricane

Lowell Bergeron

She is born at sea as a speck
And starts her westward trek
Unhurriedly beginning his life
Unknowing he will cause strife
Gradually growing to become strong
Arriving where she does not belong
Along the way, he gets a name
With the possibility of fame
Wind and rain bring out the fear
Destruction to what we hold dear
Anticipation causes the strain
And we respect the hurricane

I thought this poem was very appropriate considering that Gustav is swirling around us right now.  The winds are howling right now, but we still have power.  It is too dark to see what is going on outside.

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.

Summer in the South

 Paul Laurence Dunbar

 

 The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating.
The rain comes down in a torrent sweep
And the nights smell warm and piney,
The garden thrives, but the tender shoots
Are yellow-green and tiny.
Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill,
Streams laugh that erst were quiet,
The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue
And the woods run mad with riot.

 

Thanks to Carolyn of Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day.  Won’t you join in?

July Muse Day

“July 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. 

 

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As lovely as soft bits of  fragile crinkled silk,
These rosy blossoms, clustered thick upon the heavy drooping boughs,
When shaken by a summer wind,
Drop down in swirling showers,
And drift awhile about the ground;
Then gathered into frothy heaps beneath the hedge,
They spread a frill of rosy lace around the green lawn’s edge.


  
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June Muse Day

Barefoot Days

by

Rachel Field

In the morning, very early,
That’s the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And the grass is cool between each toe,
On a summer morning – O!
On a summer morning!

That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe –
Such a summer morning – O!
Such a summer morning!
 
 
 Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago for starting Garden Bloggers’ Muse Day

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