The Sun in Poetry
The Sun Rising Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, […]
Poetry
Bruce Writes Another Sonnet
My husband became intrigued with the word urchin recently, and he asked me to write a poem using the word. I jumped at the opportunity to write another sonnet, just
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The Sun in Poetry
Thought for a Sunshiny Morning It costs me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. “Aha, my little dear,” I say, “Your clan will pay
The Sun in Poetry
Summer Sun Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays.
The Sun (and Moon) in Poetry
The Moon THE MOON has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies
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The Sun in Poetry
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put
The Sun in Poetry
I’ll tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks
Parkinson’s Disease: Two Perspectives
1. This is what I think comes to many people’s mind when they hear that someone has Parkinson’s disease. They envision an elderly person, cloaked in stuffy clothes, confined to a
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The Sun in Poetry
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host,
The Sun in Poetry
As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My