Month: September 2014
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.
“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
– William Blake 1783
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I think it’s time to meet
People from outside my bubble
The loneliness is building inside
My mind is drowning in trouble
Sit in a cozy quiet corner
Fancy it need not be
A cuppa coffee and conversation
Would be enough for me
Pour some in a thermos
We’ll take a walk
Stop and picnic somewhere
Just sit and talk
I don’t like drama
I’m as peaceful as can be
Would you please have a
Cuppa coffee with me?
– Teresa Harr-Pena
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