He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls. — by Lord Alfred Tennyson
A small speckled visitor
wearing crimson cape,
brighter than a cherry,
smaller than a grape.
A polka-dotted someone
walking on my wall,
a black-hooded lady
in a scarlet shawl. — by Joan Walsh Anglund
O Skunk! O King of Stinkards!
Only the Moon knows
You are her prettiest, ugliest flower,
Her blackest, whitest rose!
— from Skunk by Ted Hughes
In a watery mirror
the rugged raccoon
admires his face
by the light of the moon:
the mysterious mask,
the whiskers beneath,
the sliver of cricket
still stuck in his teeth.
— by Deborah Ruddell
Next came the peacock, splendidly arrayed
In many-coloured pomp; this he displayed
As if he were some proud, self-conscious bride
Turning with haughty looks from side to side.
— from: The Peacock’s Excuse by Farid ud-Din Attar
When the winds of March are wakening
The crocuses and crickets,
Did you ever find a fairy near
Some budding little thickets…?
— By Marjorie Barrows
Hooray, the first day of Spring is finally here!
They say “Time flies…” but for us it’s been draggin’. So, this dragonfly painted paving stone seems appropriate.
With Spring just around the corner, I decided to post a picture of the bunny we made a couple of years ago. Our painted pavers have improved over the past two years. Now, my husband grinds down the bump (on top of the head) and our son washes off the grinding dust before he paints with primer. Oh, we have a lettering template, too! So the next time we make a bunny, the paver will look better.