Our Capricious Wind

Who knew our beach wind could do angles?


I’ve had this poem memorized since I was very, very little. I rarely feel the wind, or see its work without having these lines run through my memory.

Who Has Seen the Wind?
By Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

“Pied Beauty”: For My Brothers

“Pied Beauty”: For My Brothers

Pied Beauty By Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things –
 For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
 For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; 
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
 Landscape plotted and pieced – … Continue reading