Wednesday

Winter sun


'Winter Sun' by Claude Monet, 1869
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'Winter Sun'
by Charles Thomas Wheeler (1892-1974)
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'Winter Sun'
by Julius Sergius von Klever (1850-1924)
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

There are so many beautiful pictures here.

A dove poem for you.

Love from Tinkerbell

MY DOVES

by: Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888)

OPPOSITE my chamber window,

On the sunny roof, at play,

High above the city's tumult,

Flocks of doves sit day by day.

Shining necks and snowy bosoms,

Little rosy, tripping feet,

Twinkling eyes and fluttering wings,

Cooing voices, low and sweet,--

Graceful games and friendly meetings,

Do I daily watch and see.

For these happy little neighbors

Always seem at peace to be.

On my window-ledge, to lure them,

Crumbs of bread I often strew,

And, behind the curtain hiding,

Watch them flutter to and fro.

Soon they cease to fear the giver,

Quick are they to feel my love,

And my alms are freely taken

By the shyest little dove.

In soft flight, they circle downward,

Peep in through the window-pane;

Stretch their gleaming necks to greet me,

Peck and coo, and come again.

Faithful little friends and neighbors,

For no wintry wind or rain,

Household cares or airy pastimes,

Can my loving birds restrain.

Other friends forget, or linger,

But each day I surely know

That my doves will come and leave here

Little footprints in the snow.

So, they teach me the sweet lesson,

That the humblest may give

Help and hope, and in so doing,

Learn the truth by which we live;

For the heart that freely scatters

Simple charities and loves,

Lures home content, and joy, and peace,

Like a soft-winged flock of doves.

ceparie said...

Doves are a pain where I live and they are grey brown not white. Nice painting by Monet.

Aputsiaq said...

Hi Tinkerbell! I just LOVE that poem! I know such bird-friends! Always visiting you when no other do...and they always bring joy. Thank you so much for sending me this poem...I enjoyed it so much!

Hi ceparie! Doves really know how to live in the cities...and we often see them as being too annoying, too noisy, too dirty etc...but in the end they are just animals trying to survive. I try to think of them like this when I think 'the city doves' are too much of a pain...