Tag: poetry


snowshoeing, Art Nord trail, Ogden Valley

Snow covered conifers get me every time. I love ’em!


The now fell softly through the night

And in the morn, behold

A glorious picture crystal bright

To my vision now unforlds.


I gaze with wonder and delight

At such a scene as this.

The earth is robed in purest white,

And nothing seems amiss.


For every tree and every bough

With reverence bending low

Seems as in prayer for tender care,

And the peaceful scene below.


And on each bough and each fine twig

A thousand diamonds shine,

And cast their sparkling glory forth

A picture most sublime.


The fool, and he alone hath said

In his heart, “There is no God,”

But all around us men can see

His marvelous works of love.

— Emma Thornley —

rose garden, white rose, pink rose, peace rose, peach rose

My momma’s rose garden is in full bloom and looking beautiful.

You love the roses – so do I. I wish

The sky would rain down roses, as they rain

From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?

Then all the valley would be pink and white

And soft to tread on. They would fall as light

As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be

Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

– George Eliot –



It is spring, it is spring,

     I am sure it is true,

For I saw in my garden

     And my neighbor saw too

A long row of daffodils green,

     But when we looked closely

Bits of yellow were seen.

Spring winds will blow softly

     And gently caress

Those green buds of daffodils

     Held close to earth’s breast.

And the life giving rays

     Of the sun will shine through

Then a wealth of rare beauty

     Will burst into view.

— Emma Thornley —