Thursday, November 4, 2021

Pleasures Lie Thick

A L O H A From Honolulu!



I saw the lovely arch

Of rainbow span the sky,



- The gold sun burning

As the rain swept by.

   Elizabeth Coatsworth,
                                  "November"

 







Ipomoea Obscura, Obscure Morning Glory


Even if something
is left undone, everyone
must take time to sit still and
watch the leaves turn.
  Elizabeth Lawrence









Pleasures lie thickest
where no pleasures seem:
There's not a leaf that falls
upon the ground
But holds some joy of
silence or of sound,
Some spirits begotten
of a summer dream.
   Laman Blanchard







The wild gander leads his flock
through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says,
and sounds it down to me
like an invitation: The pert may suppose
it meaningless, but
I listen closer, I find its purpose
and place up there
toward the November sky.
Walt Whitman,
Leaves of Grass, 1855





November always seemed to me
the Norway of the year.
Emily Dickinson
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Love You,
   Cloudia & Pixie

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12 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

Rainbows, skyscapes, flowers and Pixie are always welcome.

Mike said...

And there's one of those smarty-pants double rainbows that are all over the place over there!

Cloudia said...

Aloha you two!

Teresa said...

Gorgeous shots today. I love the clouds and sky.

Christa J. said...

Wonderful photos, dear Cloudia:-9
Amazing views to the sky, the skyscrapers
and big palm trees. :-)

Have a nice day
Christa

Jenn Jilks said...

I enjoy November skies! We woke to a temperature of -5 C. today. I am so happy to visit your blog to see the warmth and sunny skies!

William Kendall said...

Amazing skies.

RedPat said...

Palm trees and skies on a chilly morning here. Thanks!

Michelle said...

So cold here! I love seeing your warm photos. Thank you for linking up.

Gemel said...

Lovely photos and uplifting thoughts.

Cloudia said...

Norway is indeed beautiful country!
Thanks dear friends

21 Wits said...

This quote is everything! Aloha Cloudia and Pixie to0.

Pleasures lie thickest
where no pleasures seem:
There's not a leaf that falls
upon the ground
But holds some joy of
silence or of sound,
Some spirits begotten
of a summer dream.
Laman Blanchard