Chicago Botanic Garden

“The massed Michaelmas daisies and goldenrod, the dahlias and chrysanthemums, purple and scarlet and gold, seemed to burn with deeper and deeper passion as one looked at them, and the lawn after the morning’s rain wore a green so vivid that one caught one’s breath.” -Elizabeth Goudge, Green Dolphin Street

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“Though you did not realize it, the new self was growing as a child in the womb during the time of chaos; destruction and construction go always hand in hand, the one the price that is paid for the other; they will go on through your whole life; for until you die, sin and judgment … Continue reading (no title)

By Memory

Here's a poem I memorized for my Ekphrastic poetry class that I am currently in. Enjoy reading and delving in to the heart of this poem. A Quoi Bon Dire by Charlotte Mew Seventeen years ago you said something that sounded like Good-bye; And everyone thinks that you are dead, But I. So I, as … Continue reading By Memory