Across deserted fields, under fire, prints of his last run leave their mark, pairs of tiny split hearts, coursing the ground like tears. * * * Poem and photo by Mary O’Connor. “Deer Tracks” reprinted from Dreams of a Wingless Child, Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press © 2007.
lies in the attempt to reach one’s goal and not in reaching it. — Mahatma Gandhi * * * St. Patrick’s Cathedral spires framed by 5th Avenue Manhattan skyline. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.” — Jo Walton * * * Photo credit: Mary O’Connor © 2014
“can best be forgotten in the beauty of nature.” ~ Mehmet Murat ildan When admiring the beauty of East Africa’s aptly named Superb Starling, it is easy to miss the tangled sharp barbs of the Whistling Thorn in which it perches. * * * Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
and there may be reasons why we ought to be thankful for even those dispensations which appear dark and frowning.” — Albert Barnes * * * Dark water vernal pond in Gilead (CT) woods, photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
standing still, silent, tiny speck in vast splendor— portrayal of peace * * * Haiku poem by Mary O’Connor © 2014
Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.” — Bram Stoker Enjoy this Day of Thanksgiving! * * * Ivy and dried hydrangea welcome wreath, Main Street, Essex, Connecticut. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
Dark has come and long shadows reach and whisper as forest faces peer from the darkness of this place where before I lingered and listened to the lyric of the leaves but now must yield to waiting creatures of the night. * * * Poem, Timeshare, originally published in Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary … More Timeshare
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” — Robert Frost * * * Gilead, Connecticut, photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014
Overnight they fell, floating and curling their way through darkness while I slept and spirits dozed, as naked trees bent to the ground, the face of the earth covered its eyes and the crickets came inside. * * * Poem, Rusty Leaves, by Mary O’Connor, originally published in The Aurorean, Fall, 1998, and reprinted in Dreams of … More Rusty Leaves
