robertfaeth

  “Blue Hour” - musings on the colour blue: In this, our world, blue is not such a common color. In fact it is a rare one. Yes, the sky, sho...

  Waves I am glad you stayed with me.  When I sit at the seaside and watch the waves  it is beautiful.   And when it rains and I have to sit...

  One must have a mind of winter... ... and not to think  Of any misery in the sound of the wind,  In the sound of a few leaves,  Which is t...

When to be and delight to be seemed to be one: A quote from Leonardo da Vinci and excerpts from poems by Wallace Stevens: Learn how to see....

    Dry Birds Are Fluttering in Blue Leaves It is never the thing but the version of the thing:  The fragrance of the woman not her self,  H...

Transition I am in transition. I am aside.  I am not at the heart of things anymore. I am not in life. In summer  I shall feel again. In sum...

I Wonder If My Ghosts Would Have Known: In everyone’s life there are moments when one holds still, as if suddenly being aware and listening ...

Ghosting: One of my most treasured fabrics of life are friendships. They are the most cherished and the most difficult to care for and to ma...

Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird I  Among twenty snowy mountains,  The only moving thing  Was the eye of the blackbird. II  I was of ...