Morning

“O gentle vision in the dawn:

My spirit over faint cool water glides,

Child of the day,

To thee; and though art drawn

By kindred impulse over silver tides

The dreamy way to me.”

(Harold Monro 1879-1932)

Oil on canvas

In the gentle morning light, silence floods the river’s bend and ducks are not yet awake; I could hear your voice…

Evening

Oil on canvas

“…The sea is but another sky, 
The sky a sea as well, 
And which is earth, and which the heavens 
The eye can scarcely tell.

Flooded with peace the spirit float, 
With silent rapture glow, 
Till where earth ends and heaven begins, 
The soul shall scarcely know.”

Samuel Longfellow 1858

By The Lakeside

“… White clouds, whose shadow haunt the deep. Light mists, who soft embraces keep, the sunshine on the hills asleep! O isles of calm! O dark, still wood! And stiller skies that overbrood, your rest with deeper quietude! O shapes and hues, dim beckoning, through yon mountain gaps, my longing view. Beyond the purple and the blue,O welcome calm of heart and mine. As falls yon fir-tree’s loosened rind, to leave a tender growth behind. So fall the weary years away. A child again, my head lay. Upon the lap of this sweet day…”

John Greenleaf Whittier

 

Eilean Donan

Watercolour by Thai Peck

A poem by Elfin

Above the battlements, sleep reigns, profound
as dawn steals through the silence of the hour,
bird song hails her glory with its anthem
and sweetly she sheds her effacing power.

Now morning’s beaming eyes at length unclose
across the woods so darkly spread below,
soft stains the skies in dusky shades of blue
as o’er the Western steep a softened glow.

Her roseate smile, so fondly, steals the breath
of ev’ry flower that sleeps in ev’ry shade,
absorbing all the crystal dews of night
from mountain top down to the woodland glade.

Dawn, shakes a soul, with wildly thrilling hues
with pallid pinks and deeper tints she spreads,
unfolding modest beauty to the morn
and melting tears that bend the roses heads.

The damask lake expands its ample breast
its smooth waves in a trembling beauty, streams,
how fresh the breeze that wafts its rich perfume
through mornings’ blush, stirring with dim dreams.

A melancholy charm steals through my mind
has dawn’s entrancing melodies pervade,
lone wanderer in fancy’s wildest dreams
I will embrace her pleasures, ‘ere they fade

Green Lake

“… Return to that fair lake, return,
On whose green heathlands grows the fern;
And mountain heights of dark gray stone,
Are bright with lichens overgrown.
Thou art too fay-like and too fair
For our more common clouded air.
Beauty such as thine belongs
To a world of dreams and songs;
Let thy image with us dwell,
Lending music to farewell…” 

Letitia Landon

Watercolour by Thai Peck

Roses And Memories

“… It is easy enough to be pleasant, when life flows by like a song. But the man worth while is one who will smile, when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always come with the years. And the smile that is worth the praises of earth, is the one that shines through tears…”  Ella Wilcox

Watercolour by Thai Peck

Shelley’s Cloud

   I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,

         From the seas and the streams;

I bear light shade for the leaves when laid

         In their noonday dreams.

From my wings are shaken the dews that waken

         The sweet buds every one,

When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,

         As she dances about the sun.

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,

         And whiten the green plains under,

And then again I dissolve it in rain,

         And laugh as I pass in thunder.

   I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

         And the nursling of the Sky;

I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

         I change, but I cannot die.

For after the rain when with never a stain

         The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

         Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

         And out of the caverns of rain,

Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

         I arise and unbuild it again.