Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
       Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
       The Lady of Shalott.

The Lady of Shalott (1832)
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

​snowflakes on petals

the beautiful blossoms laugh

loving the surprise

HAIKU author unknown

The moon was a ghostly galleon

tossed upon cloudy seas...

Alfred Noyes

​The Highwayman

...The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake...

​Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

​Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought,

and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost

A soul of a child

Is like a tapestry of

Finely woven threads...

Inger Boye 1937

Favorite Poets I have Learned From:

That butterfly was the last one.

Butterflies don't live here, in the ghetto.

I never saw another butterfly.

Pavel Friedmann 

Terezin Concentration Camp 1942

Day is ended, dim my eyes,
but journey long before me lies.
Farewell, friends! I hear the call.
The ship's beside the stony wall.
Foam is white and waves are grey;
beyond the sunset leads my way.
Foam is salt, the wind is free;
I hear the rising of the Sea.
Bilbo's Last Song. J.R.R.Tolkien