The sky is overcast With a continuous cloud
of texture close, Heavy and wan, all
whitened by the Moon, Which through that veil
is indistinctly seen, A dull, contracted
circle, yielding light So feebly spread, that
not a shadow falls, Chequering the ground –
from rock, plant, tree, or tower. At length a pleasant
instantaneous gleam Startles the pensive
traveller while he treads His lonesome path, with
unobserving eye Bent earthwards; he
looks up – the clouds are split Asunder, – and above his
head he sees The clear Moon, and the
glory of the heavens. There, in a black-blue
vault she sails along, Followed by multitudes
of stars, that, small And sharp, and bright,
along the dark abyss Drive as she drives: how
fast they wheel away, Yet vanish not! – the
wind is in the tree, But they are silent; –
still they roll along Immeasurably distant;
and the vault, Built round by those
white clouds, enormous clouds, Still deepens its
unfathomable depth. At length the Vision
closes; and the mind, Not undisturbed by the
delight it feels, Which slowly settles
into peaceful calm, Is left to muse upon the
solemn scene.
As I went out a Crow In a low voice said,
“Oh, I was looking for you. How do you do? I just came to tell you To tell Lesley (will you?) That her little Bluebird Wanted me to bring word That the north wind last
night That made the stars
bright And made ice on the
trough Almost made him cough His tail feathers off. He just had to fly! But he sent her Good-by, And said to be good, And wear her red hood, And look for skunk
tracks In the snow with an ax – And do everything! And perhaps in the
spring He would come back and
sing.”
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Video by Jack Kost 2025
Music credit:
Cold October – Soft
Piano Music By Clavier-Music From Pixabay
At some point in life,
the world's beauty becomes enough. – Toni Morrison.
Water is the driving
force of all nature. – Leonardo da Vinci.
Oft a little morning
rain Foretells a pleasant
day. – Charlotte Bronte.
Look deep into nature, and then you will
understand everything better. – Albert Einstein.
I have found, through
years of practice, that people garden in
order to make something grow; to interact with nature;
to share, to find sanctuary, to heal, to honor the
earth, to leave a mark. Through gardening, we feel whole as we make
our personal work of art upon our land. – Julie Moir Messervy.
It is in the wild
places, where the edge of the
earth meets the corners of the sky, the human spirit is fed. – Art Wolfe.
Nature's music is never
over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions. – Mary Webb.
Come forth into the
light of things, let nature be your
teacher. – William Wordsworth.
There is nothing in the
world more peaceful than apple–leaves with
an early moon. – Alice Meynell.
You must not know too
much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees
and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin,
or even vagueness – ignorance, credulity – helps your enjoyment of
these things. – Walt Whitman.
Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and
mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary
of life. Whatever the vexations
or concerns of their personal lives, their thoughts can find
paths that lead to inner contentment and to renewed
excitement in living. – Rachel Carson.
Make a positive
difference. Conserve nature. Conserve our world. Before it’s too late.
April 22 is Earth Day. Make every day … Earth
Day.
Photographs by Jack
Kost. Video by Jack Kost 2025
Music credit: Birds By freesound_community From Pixabay.
The best remedy for
those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they
can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God.
Because only then does
one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst
the simple beauty of nature.
As long as this exists, and
it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for
every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be.
And I firmly believe that
nature brings solace in all troubles.
– Anne Frank.
There is a serene and
settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and
elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
– Washington Irving.
Study nature, love
nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.
– Frank Lloyd Wright.
In all things of nature
there is something of the marvelous.
– Aristotle.
The care of the Earth is
our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility.
To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.
– Wendell Berry.
Earth laughs in flowers.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson.
We need to find God, and
he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See
how nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence; see the stars, the moon
and the sun, how they move in silence ... We need silence to be able to touch
souls.
From whence arrived the
praying mantis? From outer space, or
lost Atlantis? glimpse the grin, green
metal mug at masks the
pseudo-saintly bug, Orthopterous, also
carnivorous, And faintly whisper,
Lord deliver us.
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Laureate of Light Verse
To dreamy languors and
the violet mist Of early Spring, the
deep sequestered vale Gives first her
paling-blue Miamimist, Where blithely pours the
cuckoo’s annual tale Of Summer promises and tender
green, Of a new life and beauty
yet unseen. The forest trees have
yet a sighing mouth, Where dying winds of
March their branches swing, While upward from the
dreamy, sunny South, A hand invisible leads
on the Spring. His rounds from bloom to
bloom the bee begins With flying song, and
cowslip wine he sups, Where to the warm and
passing southern winds, Azaleas gently swing
their yellow cups. Soon everywhere, with
glory through and through, The fields will spread
with every brilliant hue. But high o’er all the
early floral train, Where softness all the
arching sky resumes, The dogwood dancing to
the winds’ refrain, In stainless glory
spreads its snowy blooms.