[Soaring Feather]

Nature rarer uses yellow
by Emily Dickinson


Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,


Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.

[Soaring Feather]

A Song
by Walt Whitman


COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone
upon; I will make divine magnetic lands,
With the love of comrades,
With the life-long love of comrades.


I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies;
I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's necks;
By the love of comrades,
By the manly love of comrades.


For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme! 10
For you! for you, I am trilling these songs,
In the love of comrades,
In the high-towering love of comrades.

[NY Attitude]

Good morning Soaring Feather. Nice picture of cardinals.

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good morning to the Lair.....lots of melting yesterday,
but freezing over night.....gonna be slippery this morning.

[Lady Jag]

Lady the Bug

One sunny afternoon Lady Luck came my way,
She was bright red and spotted
as I helped her that day.
Her paper wings closing as she landed on me,
I held her up loosely for others to see.
The wind picked up and started to blow,
and I knew Lady Luck would soon have to go.
So I cried; "Lady Bug, Lady Bug, fly away home!"
She opened her wings and left me standing alone.
It wasn't long that I started to see,
millions of Lady Bugs smiling at me