The Woods on a Snowy Evening

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening                 

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

Snow in January

Snow is falling
A beautiful sight
Snow is falling
It plays with the light
Snow is falling
It plays it's game
Snow is falling
It makes all that's different look the same
Snow is falling
It's source is storm
Snow is falling
It makes all conform
Snow is falling
It blinds all who see
Snow is falling
It hides you from me
Snow is falling
From a sky of lead
Snow is falling
Never mind...we're dead

Jay M. McCabe

Winter Wonderland

Heavy Snowfall in A Year Gone Past                 

by Laura Jensen

Heavy snowfall in a year gone past

hammered the sudden edge

of the house foundations

to a rounder world

a whiter light after the end of day.

My favorite coat, lush sable

in color, a petty fake

that warmed me to the ears

hangs after the seasons

a beaten animal grinning buttons.

It became quite real to me

and now is matted on a hook.

How far away what mattered

has flourished without me,

along the tasty road in the wood:

clark, clark, the hidden birds call

or do wrong, do wrong, someone

do wrong, snapping apples

from out in the woodside, telling

their fathers names, pie cannonrude

barkwithfist brendanbe with cherries.

It is a vast field

where snow will fall again.

Is the vast field ownership

or a presence of mind?

Angel Breath

I wear a coat of angels’ breath and warm myself with His love.

Angel Speak

While we are sleeping, angels have conversations with our souls.

Merry Christmas--Angel of Dreams

Pay attentions to your dreams – God’s angels often speak directly to our hearts when we are asleep.   ---Eileen Elias Freeman

Merry Christmas

Angel Embrace

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.   –Luciano de Crescenzo

Whispering Hope

The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hands of God     --Eileen Elias Freeman

Angel Descending

Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.  ---Fanny J. Crosby

Angel Flight

Angels can fly directly into the heart of the matter.

Maple Leaf Photograph

In Autumn
by Winifred C. Marshall

They're coming down in showers,
The leaves all gold and red;
They're covering the little flowers,
And tucking them in bed
They've spread a fairy carpet
All up and down the street;
And when we skip along to school,
they rustle 'neath our feet



Source of Poem:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

Floating Leaf, Fine Art Photograph

Leaves are floating

Leaves are floating
softly down;
Some are red and
some are brown.
The wind goes "swish"
through the air;
When you look back,
there are no leaves there.



Source of Poem:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

The Last Green Leaf, Fine Art Photograph

THE LAST LEAF
by Harry Behn

A few leaves stay for a while on the trees
After their color begins to turn,
And no other leaves seem as gold as these
Not even the ones our bonfires burn
With golden flames in piles on the ground.
A few leaves stay so long that I found
The one last leaf on a tree in the snow,
And when a galloping wind came round
The edge of our house and started to blow
Snow dust to sparkles floating free.
When the wind ran away, almost with me,
And sunshine settled quiet and cold.
There, like a bird, still on the tree
Was that lonesome leaf, no longer gold
But curly and brown and dry and old.


Source of Poem:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

Falling Leaf, Fine Art Photograph

Falling Leaves

Little leaves fall softly down
Red and yellow, orange and brown
Whirling, twirling round and round
Falling softly to the ground

Little leaves fall softly down
To make a carpet on the ground.
Then, swish, the wind comes whistling by
And sends them dancing to the sky.


Source of Poem:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

Fall, Fine Art Photograph

FALL
by Aileen Fisher

The last of October
We lock the garden gate.
"The flowers alive all withered
That used to stand straight.
The last of October
We put the swings away
And the porch looks deserted
Where we like to play.
The last of October
The birds have all flown,
The screens are in the attic,
The sand pile's all gone;
Everything is put away
Before it starts to snow---
I wonder if the ladybugs
Have any place to go.

Source of Poem:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

Autumn Woods, Fine Art Photograph

AUTUMN WOODS
by James S. Tippett

I like the woods
In autumn
When dry leaves hide the ground,
When the trees are bare
And the wind sweeps by
With a lonesome rushing sound.
I can rustle the leaves
In autumn
And I can make a bed
In the thick dry leaves
That have fallen
From the bare trees
Overhead.


Source of Poem:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

A Leaf, Fine Art Photograph

A LEAF
by Aileen Fisher

If I were a leaf
(but I wouldn't be)
I'd have to be tied
to a tree, tree, tree.
I couldn't walk off
(or skip or run)
and my nose would get burned
by the sun, sun, sun.
In summer I'd roast,
(in winter I'd freeze)
and all through October
I'd sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.

Source of Poem:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

Summer's End, Fine Art Photograph

Summer's End
By Judith Viorst

One by one the petals drop
There's nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?

The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other place.
I don't know where. I only know
I wish they didn't have to go.

And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun Are done.
I do not want them done


Source of Poem:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

Fall Leaves Photograph

I love fall.  This time of year reminds me of lots of fun things:  the promise of change, high school football, pumpkins, Halloween, hayrides, and most importantly,  changing leaves. 

I believe that fall foliage is God’s way of showing us how rich and vibrant nature can me.  When green leaves are transformed to bright yellow, red, and orange.

This year, I hand-picked a lot of leaves and rocks and brought them into my studio and laid them out on a surface by a window and photographed them in as many different ways I could think of.  This series of photos are the ones I liked best.

The source of the poems I used for each photo is:  http://www.teachingfirst.net/Poems/Autumn.html#summersend

Waves of Grass, Black and White Fine Art Photograph

This beautiful black and white photo is called “Waves of Grass.”   It was taken at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte Botanical Gardens. Photographs from the dreamscape series are taken with a selective focus lens called the lensbaby.

If you’re interest, you can purchase a print here. Each print is professionally printed on Kodak Endura metallic paper with pigment inks. This paper creates striking three-dimensional, lasting images on an ultra-bright background.