Song For Autumn by Mary Oliver

Mountains for my mansion
The forest for my pantry
The clouds for my carpet
The sky for my curtains
The sun for my candle
The wind for my chariot
In the company of eagles
Flying above fear
Floating above failures
Winging above worries
Gliding above gravity
Living above limits
Soaring to success
Come fly with me

Howard The Motivational Poet Simon

When I Heard at the Close of the Day

By Walt Whitman

On the Death of the Beloved by John O’Donohue

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze a while
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love?
Upon the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

The Light of Learning

Books are keys that open doors,

To distant lands and unseen shores.

They teach us lessons, old and new,

And help us see the world more true.

A curious mind will always grow,

Like seeds that bloom when waters flow.

Each question asked, each fact we learn,

Becomes a flame that brightly burns.

The sun may set, the day may end,

But knowledge stays, a faithful friend.

It guides our steps through joy and strife,

And adds great meaning to our life.

So read, explore, and never cease,

To seek the wisdom that brings peace.

For those who learn and dare to dream,

Can shape the future and make it gleam.

— Goodness 🌹📚

QUIET RELIANCE POEM

In the quiet hush where dawnlight glows,

I lay my thoughts where stillness grows.

Among the leaves my longings fall,

A silent wish, the softest call.

https://emeraldbookclub.org/2026/06/15/quiet-reliance-poem/

WHISPERS OF THE QUIET GROVE

Beneath the hush of softened skies, Where gentle leaves in silence rise, A heart once torn by storm and grief, Now finds in stillness, sweet relief.

The winds once howled with cruel disdain, Each whisper laced with ghost of pain, Yet through the thorns, a light did grow— A bond that roots where kindness flows.

No trumpet call, no grand parade, Just hands that reached and fears that stayed. In loyalty, their warmth was sown, And from despair, new hope was grown.

Now side by side, through calm or storm, Their hearts entwined in steadfast form. The grove they built from scars and grace— A sacred, ever-blooming place.