Simply A Mushroom

Sometimes, even a lowly fungus can be beautiful in its own way.
I found this little guy (as in "fungi") hiding behind a rock in Ravenswood Park.

Mushroom
Written by Emily Dickinson

The mushroom is the elf of plants,
At evening it is not;
At morning in a truffled hut
It stops upon a spot

As if it tarried always;
And yet its whole career
Is shorter than a snake's delay,
And fleeter than a tare.

'Tis vegetation's juggler,
The germ of alibi;
Doth like a bubble antedate,
And like a bubble hie.

I feel as if the grass were pleased
To have it intermit;
The surreptitious scion
Of summer's circumspect.

Had nature any outcast face,
Could she a son condemn,
Had nature an Iscariot,
That mushroom,--it is him.

Simply A Mushroom

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bliss (bls)
n.
1. Extreme happiness; ecstasy.
2. The ecstasy of salvation; spiritual joy.

Finding treasures along the seashore.

Family time together.

Simply fishing from the boulevard.

Or playing with your dog.

The way families were meant to be.

Our share of night to bear…
Written by Emily Dickinson

Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morn ing,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.

Here a star, and there a star
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards—day!


Simply Bliss

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Simply Dusk Redux

Dusk again at Niles Beach.
Something about the sun setting over water makes people gaze out over it.

The Sea Of Sunset
written by Emily Dickinson

This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
Night after night her purple traffic
Strews the landing with opal bales;
Merchantmen poise upon horizons,
Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.

Dusk At Sea
written by Thomas S. Jones Jr.

To-night eternity alone is near:
The sea, the sunset, and the darkening blue;
Within their shelter is no space for fear,
Only the wonder that such things are true.

The thought of you is like the dusk at sea --
Space and wide freedom and old shores left far,
The shelter of a lone immensity
Sealed by the sunset and the evening star.

Tutto è Sciolto
written by James Joyce

A birdless heaven, sea dusk, one lone star
Piercing the west,
As thou, fond heart, love's time, so faint, so far,
Rememberest.

The clear young eyes' soft look, the candid brow,
The fragrant hair,
Falling as through the silence falleth now
Dusk of the air.

Why then, remembering those shy
Sweet lures, repine
When the dear love she yielded with a sigh
Was all but thine?

Nile’s Beach Sunset
written by Peter A. Todd

I gaze upon the evening sunset.
This outstretched Island of golden sand,
As it reflects along our rocky inlet.
Its majestic beach, smoothed by each tides hand.
The shimmering like diamonds of the sea,
As the sun begins to settle in the west.
The Tall Ships sailing through the winter breeze,
As darkness covers at the waters crest.
The mighty waves begin to pound at our shore,
As the nights chill makes the barometer fall.
The call of nature brings its creatures to sing ,
The song of winters first mating call.
What a beautiful and glorious sight,
That our father in Heaven brings to me.
It brings to mind of how beautifully bright,
Gods many mansions in Heaven will be.

Simply Dusk Redux

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