He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my drems under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

(W. B. Yeats)
 

Companions

Anne Grahame Johnstone

Arthur John Elsley

Boris Kulikov

Kevin T. Daniel

Melinda Byers

Carolyn Blish

Russell Sam Brook

Russell Sam Brook

Tom Sierak

Lyudmila Romanova

How many Moons!

The top of a tack, the lid off a tin,
A garden path, a lop-sided grin,
A banana wrapped in a silver skin,
How many moons there are!

The sail of a boat afloat on the dark,
The tailfin of a great white shark,
A funny punctuation mark,
How many moons there are!

An elephant's trunk, a pelican's bill,
A slithery snake, a feathery quill,
A frozen lake, a fish's gill,
How many moons there are!

A spiral staircase climbing the sky,
A needle threading through Heaven's eye,
An old grey sock hung out to dry,
How many moons there are!

A butcher's knife, a jungle vine,
A baker's hat, a crooked spine,
A blade of grass, a railway line,
How many moons there are!

A furrowed brow, a stringless kite,
A harvest mouse, a swan in flight,
A farmer ploughing through the night,
How many moons there are!

A boomerang, a trouser zip,
A pocket watch, a rocket ship,
An ancient coin, an apple pip,
How many moons there are!

An ice cream scoop, a pudding spoon,
A bowl of soup, a wrinkled prune,
A ballet shoe, a silk cocoon,
How many moons there are!

A bridal gown, a wedding veil,
An icicle, a rusty nail,
A tidal wave, a squirrel's tail,
How many moons there are!

An oyster's pearl, a caveman's tool,
A skipping rope, a swimming pool,
A wriggling worm, a spinning spool,
How many moons there are!

A scythe, a sickle, a stick of chalk,
A trickle of rain, a flower stalk,
A flicker of flame, a floating cork,
How many moons there are!

A postage stamp, a bony knee,
A shepherd's crook, a cup of tea,
Just take a look and you will see
How very, very, very, very many moons there are!

(Graham Denton - poem)

(author of picture unknown) 

Snowman theme

"Say cheese" - Margaret Cobane

Nose Party - Richard Cowdrey

Body In The Freezer - John Falter

Lost or found? - unknown

The Gathering - Wendy Edelson

A Day in the Park - Margaret Cobane

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" - Liz Goodrick - Dillon

Chirp Chat - Irene Shpak

Caged Bird

A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a down bright lawn
and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou 

 

Christmas in London 2018 III

Related links:
Christmas in London 2018: part 1, part 2

Crystmas trees