dawn breaks ...
the dark winter night ~ becomes the rosy break of dawn ... Til The Dawn Mark Heathcote The eyes of dawn will make my bed In the river of some dream, Where half-forgotten limbs will rise Like vapor's on the breeze; But who will walk or lean on me Lean against this idle frame? Who will take my grey-goose quilt? And wrap it around my arms And say wake my love for I am here For I am here to stir your lonesome heart And warm your bones in winter's dark Till the dawn-light; ember
the love of Wild Bill ...
the timeless love letter ~ wild Bill was in love to the very end ... having a premonition of his impending death, he wrote a love letter to his beloved wife ~ excerpts from the historic letter show the true character of the man: “Agnes Darling, If such should be we never meet again, while firing my last shot, I will gently breathe the name of my wife — Agnes — and with wishes even for my enemies I will make the plunge and try to swim to the other shore.” "Beloved" "My dearly
noble spirit of the skies ...
we watch in awe ~ now a little about how the eagle became our national emblem ... this excerpt is from www.baldeagle.com about those noble creatures that fly above and visit our beautiful bluffs every winter ~ "The Eagle has landed." ~Neil Armstrong More about eagles ~ The bald eagle was chosen June 20, 1782 as the emblem of the United States of American, because of its long life, great strength and majestic looks, and also because it was then believed to exist only on this
the valley ...
where lovers share memories ~ in the e'er lasting snow ... O Cool Is The Valley Now James Joyce O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now Where Love did sometime go. And hear you not the thrushes calling, Calling us away? O cool and pleasant is the valley And there, love, will we stay. Though the weatherman is predicting spring-like weather this weekend, I am still into winter-scapes. "Valley Memories" is a very interesting piece,
something forever ...
a memorial gift ~ for consideration ... In recent times, I have been asked if there are any Moss prints that can be used to give in memory of someone who has passed. Here is a piece that I just framed as a memorial gift and shipped to Texas ~ The title of the print is “Crimson Dazzler” and it is beautiful. We knew we wanted an extra opening in the mat so that we could include a phrase with the framing - we wanted something that was not maudlin or sad - something that would b
the purple haze ...
of twilight ~ stealths silently across the land ... February Twilight Sara Teasdale I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was no other creature That saw what I could see-- I stood and watched the evening star As long as it watched me. This is a ridiculous story: Yesterday evening as Paul and I were driving to stay with Austin for a bit, we had a somewhat meaningless discussion about the difference between
visiting with the neighbors ...
in the white wonderland ~ a winter of snow neath the mountain glow ... "The Peak's Visitors" Winter Time Robert Lewis Stevenson Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled
away to sea ...
be there a seafarer amongst ya? ~ let the sea in, it's okay ... man cave 1.2 - the seafarer's way ~ The Art Loft Gallery, LTD., a locally owned and operated business in Collinsville, Illinois, has been open since 1984. In addition to offering custom picture framing services, The Art Loft Gallery, LTD. is an authorized dealer for renowned artist, Patricia Buckley Moss, and also has a wide variety of antiques and giftware for sale. Come in for a unique shopping experience and
sound of silence ...
stills the air ~ with glistening white everywhere ... "Sound of Silence" Snow Walter de la Mare No breath of wind, No gleam of sun – Still the white snow Whirls softly down Twig and bough And blade and thorn All in an icy Quiet, forlorn. Whispering, rustling, Through the air On still and stone, Roof, - everywhere, It heaps its powdery Crystal flakes, Of every tree A mountain makes; O‘Til pale and faint At shut of day Stoops from the West One wint’ry ray, And, feathered in fi
sentry at the snowy gates ...
stands guard o'er ~ a chrystal land of wonder ... "Shenandoah Sentry" White Winter Wonderland Theodoro (Theo) Onken Oh, these white winter walks exhilarate As does the crisp frost tipped air Blown 'cross the mountain tops and vales Light as a butterfly-snow flakes so fair; 'Tis the whitest of white times Heralding in all the holidays best Celebration 'cross the countryside and nearby vales Pass the most perilous of slippery road test; Out upon the sod-a snowman or two With b
