A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps! The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms— Sweep vale—and hill—and tree! Prithee, My pretty Housewives! Who may expected be? The Neighbors do not yet suspect! The Woods exchange a smile! Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird— In suchContinue reading “The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms-sweep vale-and hill-and tree…”
Monthly Archives: March 2018
Hosanna!
Rose on a Cross… Start of the holy week. On Palm Sunday at Notre-Dame Basilica, Ho Chi Minh City
‘A merry road, a mazy road’
“A merry road, a mazy road…” ‘Let Spring spring, or has it already sprung’? Anyway, let us spring forward! Here’s season’s greetings to all ! When the hills are abloom! (Central Highlands, Vietnam.)
Chirp for the sparrow, tweet for the sparrow
Yet another World Sparrow Day is here… ‘Chirp for the sparrow, tweet for the sparrow’ was the theme of World Sparrow Day, 2012. May their tribe increase! https://rethyravi.wordpress.com/2017/03/20/for-whom-the-bell-tolls-a-few-thoughts-on-our-little-friends-on-world-sparrow-day/
An Altered Look About The Hills…
When Spring is about to spring forth, here’s one from Emily… An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn— A print of a vermillion foot— A purple finger on the slope— A flippant fly upon the pane—Continue reading “An Altered Look About The Hills…”
Spring hesitates at Winter’s door…
Spring hesitates at Winter’s door, But the mango blossom rashly runs out to him~ Tagore March brings with him the fragrance of mango blossoms. Like the ashoka flower, mango blossom is one among the five floral arrows in Kamadeva’s (God of Love) quiver. The buds break open to golden blooms heralding the arrival of Spring.Continue reading “Spring hesitates at Winter’s door…”
The Grass So Little Has To Do…
The Grass so little has to do – A Sphere of simple Green – With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain – And stir all day to pretty Tunes The Breezes fetch along – And hold the Sunshine in its lap And bow to everything – And thread the Dews, allContinue reading “The Grass So Little Has To Do…”
