Dad Aldo handed me this book entitled, From My Mouth To Your Ear, while I was at the beach house two week ends ago. He said he knows how much I love poetry , so he bought it for me to read and add to my collection. That was very sweet of him to remember, I never really viewed him as a sensuous person. But I guess, he is! He’s very quiet, yet perceptive and altruistic.
And as Dad was handing it to me, he said “Just by reading the excerpt, most certainly reminded me of you.” Does this mean I’m an emotional junkie? Maybe I am, but that’s beside the point. His kind regard and thoughfulness means a lot. And I am humbled by his kindness.
As for the book, I happen to finish it in one sitting and only have good words to say. I love the sentimentalism and the unneeded indirection or symbolism. The authors poetry speaks, as if I was filling her shoes, having this candid conversation with a stranger. Her poems started out dispirited, but as you flip each page; you’ll discover this inner comfort. Her poetry is emotionally poignant!
Don’t you just love the FALL season! And so I brought out my camera, and took this images yesterday as I was walking around my house. Who’d have though such beauty exist in my backyard. I guess, all we have to do is to simply keep our eyes open…
‘Tis pleasant on a fine spring morn
To see the buds expand,.
‘Tis pleasant in the summer time
To see the fruitful land;
‘Tis pleasant on a winter’s night
To sit around the blaze,
But what are joys like these, my boys,
To merry autumn days!
We hail the merry Autumn days,
When leaves are turning red;
Because they’re far more beautiful
Than anyone has said,
We hail the merry harvest time,
The gayest of the year;
The time of rich and bounteous crops,
Rejoicing and good cheer.
PS: For more images, please feel free to visit my Flickr account. Thank you!