"A man of speculation, whose trade it is not to do any thing, but to observe every thing; and who ... is often capable of combining together the powers of the most distant and dissimilar objects."
"A man of speculation, whose trade it is not to do any thing, but to observe every thing; and who ... is often capable of combining together the powers of the most distant and dissimilar objects."
Heron's on the wing
at Scioto riverside
suburban glory
Late August pleasure
the morning grass shines subtly
dew upon its blades
Shining sunbeams light
green glistening leaves
liquid emerald laughing
Frogs and crickets chirp
their euphony at sundown
bid hello to dusk
Great Blue Heron glide
in this clear September sky
bringing only peace.
Front garden today
honeybees and butterflies
lavender nectar
Smelling October
roses cry one last hurrah
bloom in defiance
Damp grass and chill air
fallen leaves and risen sun
November's tableau
Crimson, rose, orange
saffron, gold, and white layers
brief glowing sunrise
A snowy morning
softly heralds the season
of sweet surprises
Tree branches laden
with yesternight's offering
taken in silence