Springtime buds are blooming!

http://joan-reese.pixels.com/featured/spring-pink-roses-joan-reese.html?newartwork=true

Creeping Roses

Tender tendrils climb the wall

Up towards the sky

Past the latticed windows tall

Clinging on from high.

Then in springtime buds in red

Pout with lips apart

Inhibitions they all shed

And seduce my heart.

by Paul Callus
http://www.amazon.in/MEANDER-collection-poems-Paul-Callus-ebook/dp/B00QW0ATN0

“People are strange . . .” ― Jim Morrison

             http://fineartamerica.com/featured/rock-and-roll-on-st-marks-nyc-joan-reese.html

“There are things known 

and there are things unknown

and in between are the doors.” 

― Jim Morrison

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

http://joan-reese.pixels.com/featured/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night-joan-reese.html?newartwork=true

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

     
By Dylan Thomas