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

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

 

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)

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.

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.

Ghost of a Flower

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

THE GHOST OF A FLOWER

“You’re what?” asked the common or garden spook
Of a stranger at midnight’s hour.
And the shade replied with a graceful glide,
“Why, I’m the ghost of a flower.”

“The ghost of a flower?” said the old-time spook;
“That’s a brand-new one on me;
I never supposed that a flower had a ghost;
Though I’ve seen the shade of a tree.”

Anonymous

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Autumnal Equinox

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

 

This seemed appropriate for the first day of autumn here in Louisiana.

 

 

To Autumn

John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, –
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

 

Memorial Day

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

 

Memorial Day is a holiday that we use to commemorate US men and women who have died in military service to our country.

 

 

Requiem

by

Joseph Lee

 

When the last voyage is ended,

And the last sail is furled,

When the last blast is weathered,

And the last bolt is hurled,

And there comes no more the sound of the old ship bell-

Sailor, sleep well!

 

 

When the last Post is blown,

And the last volley fired,

When the last sod is thrown,

And the last Foe retired,

And thy last bivouac is made under the ground-

Soldier, sleep sound!

 

 

 

 

Muse Day – Springtime

For Garden Blogger’s Muse Day

 

 

Faith in Springtime

Ludwig Uhland

 

Sweet breezes have awoken

Day and night they stir and whisper;

Everywhere they are at work.

Oh fresh perfume, oh new music!

Now, poor heart, fear no longer,

Now, all things must change.

 

The world grows more beautiful each day,

And what may yet happen, one cannot tell.

The flowering will not end, and

Even the deepest, most distant valley is blooming.

Now, my poor heart, forget your pain.

Now, all things must change.

 

Thanks to Sweet Home and Garden Chicago  for starting Garden Blogger’s Muse Day.  Check out her blog for some great poetry postings.