For your pleasure, a few quotes from Mother Nature's admirers
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows
Quite over-canopied with lucious woodbine
With sweet must-roses and with eglantine.
William Shakespeare
Evensong: Frenchman's Bay
Mountainsides slide into the sea,
Shadows against a pale purple sky,
Daylight is softly creeping away;
The breeze on my cheek is a sigh.
Tall red trees glow along the ridge
In the slanting rays of the falling sun,
Their colors dimming down the slope
To the dark dale where the stream runs.
Then gauzy mist from the valley climbs,
Flowing out over the shimmering bay.
Mantles each tree with a hazy shroud,
And wraps the landscape in twilight gray.
Day is done.
Sleep comes.
Sleep comes.
copyright 1997 Ruth McIntyre-Williams
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
John Muir
Clovenstone Celtic Fantasy Adventure Novel Personal Author Page
of Ruth McIntyre-Williams
All art work, text, and page design © Ruth McIntyre-Williams 2001
