"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Monday, December 6, 2010
She Dreamt She Was A Princess
Monday, November 29, 2010
Autumn Rose
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Dead Or Alive
Dead or Alive?
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Autumn is a wondering time
The leaves take turns, and they leave
They drop away, as if to Die
And yet the Tree still Breaths
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Before they leave, they let me know
Of their presence, I take for granted
Crimson Red, Fiery
They make their statement “We are not dead “
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They sway gently, in the Autumn breeze
And crisp, cool, morning’s dew
They seem to say “look at us now “
“We give this Beauty freely, just for you”
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Soon, only the empty branches are left
Standing alone, dormant, empty now
I wonder if they are lonely and, sad
Then they seem to whisper, “Do not fret, you will see again somehow
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Beautiful, as they appear
The tree’s leaves, of radiant hue
I think I hear them tell me
“I do this all for you”
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I do not understand why
They have to go away, so sad
Then I remember, they do come again
Something beautiful, from what I thought was bad
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So for now, in the dawn’s first light
I will watch sadly, as the leaves fall away
Knowing in their seeming Death
Again, they will live in time, have hope, I make myself say
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This thing called Nature, which God gave to me
Is Mysterious at best, you see
Just when I think, all is hopelessly Dead
In Springtime it all comes back, in its Beautiful Glory to me.
© Dana Price
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Fantasy In The Forest
I walked in the