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“Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from the orchard and the garden that the spring procession has begun to move.”

May Littles Moving Tree Fields Wind Spring Garden Blue Howl Chimneys Orchard Procession Snowstorms

Book:Bird Neighbors: An Introductory Acquaintance with One Hundred and Fifty Birds Commonly Found in the Gardens, Meadows, and Woods about Our Homes

Source: Bird Neighbors: An Introductory Acquaintance with One Hundred and Fifty Birds Commonly Found in the Gardens, Meadows, and Woods about Our Homes

“Los Angeles, the sun shines a lot, and it's blue, and there's palm trees; it's a bit like Sydney, I guess, but the underbelly is a vicious, mean, cruel, awful place.”

Mean Bits Sun Tree Blue Shining Awful Los Angeles Palms Vicious Sydney Sun Shines Palm Trees

Author:Loudon Wainwright III

“The real jewel of my disease-ridden woodlot is the prothonotary warbler. ... The flash of his gold-and-blue plumage amid the dank decay of the June woods is in itself proof that dead trees are transmuted into living animals, and vice versa.”

Real Animal Tree Disease Gold Blue Vices Woods Proof Decay Flash Jewels June Vice Versa Dank Dead Trees

Book:Aldo Leopold: A Sand County Almanac & Other Writings on Conservation and Ecology: (Library of America #238)

Source: Aldo Leopold: A Sand County Almanac & Other Writings on Conservation and Ecology: (Library of America #238)

“I would love to do orange and lemon trees silhouetted against the blue sea, but I cannot find them the way I want them.”

Way Want Tree Sea Blue Orange Lemons Blue Sea

Book:Monet: Nature Into Art

Source: Monet: Nature Into Art

“I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune, And the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square Amazes my eyes as though it were the Parthenon.”

Eye Church White Cities Tree Sweet Sight Blue Mad Tired Track Tunes Squares Curves Railroads Railroad Tracks Parthenon

Author:Amy Lowell

“It is sweet to see how soon a spring becomes a rill, and a rill runs on into a rivulet, and a rivulet swells into a brook; and before one has time to say 'what are you at?' - before the first tree it ever spoke to is a dummy, or the first hill it ever ran down has turned blue, here we all have airs and graces, demands and assertions of a full grown river.”

Firsts Running Grace Air Tree Sea Sweet Demand Spring Rivers Blue Fishes Boat Hills Ran Lakes Fishing Spokes Assertion Brooks Dummy

Book:Crocker's Hole: From

Source: Crocker's Hole: From

“Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,-- Dying hectic of leaves and the chilly blue of the asters,-- Hearing, perchance, the croak of a crow on the desolate tree-top.”

Tree Dying Fields Color Blue Hearing Crow November Cloaks Puritan Desolate Lingering Hectic Chilly Asters Tree Tops

Book:Home Pastorals, Ballads and Lyrics

Source: Home Pastorals, Ballads and Lyrics

“As soon as your brain starts telling you that you can't have a tree that is blue then you stop being able to paint trees.”

Able Brain Tree Blue Paint

Author:Semir Zeki

“If you took a blue spruce tree and planted it in the desert, it would obviously perish. How do we forget that we too are living systems, and each of us have unique environments, needs, and conditions within which we flourish or wither?”

Ifs Needs Forget Environment Tree Conditions Unique Blue Desert

Author:Dawna Markova

“But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply.”

Beautiful Water Nature Walks Tree Sky Wind Rivers Blue Surface Ran Streams Pleasant Touching Delicious Lilies Water Lily

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)

“The heavy trees, The grunting, shuffling branches, the robust, The nocturnal, the antique, the blue-green pines Deepen the feelings to inhuman depths.”

Feelings Tree Blue Green Depth Heavy Branches Robust Inhuman Antiques Shuffling Nocturnal

Book:The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens

Source: The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens

“How do you see those tree?... They are yellow. Well then put down yellow. And that shadow is rather blue. So render it with pure ultramarine. Those red leaves? Use vermillion.”

Wells Use Tree Pure Shadow Red Blue Yellow Red Leaves

Author:Paul Gauguin

“My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.”

Bigs Eye Sun Tree Sky Rain Window Blue Shining Blank Blue Eyes

Author:Al Jarreau

“You see the Earth as a bright blue and white Christmas tree ornament in the black sky. It's so small and so fragile - you realize that on that small spot is everything that means everything to you; all of history and art and death and birth and love.”

Mean Art Earth Black Realizing White Tree Sky Birth And Love Blue Spots Fragile Ornaments Christmas Tree White Christmas Blue And White History And Art

Author:Rusty Schweickart

“California to me as a concept or as an idea always seems like endless optimism and endless opportunity - when people think of California they think of palm trees and blue skies and gorgeous sunsets and beaches and everything else.”

People Thinking Ideas Seems Opportunity Tree Sky Concepts Optimism Blue Endless Beach California Sunset Palms Gorgeous Blue Sky Palm Trees Endless Opportunities

Author:Mark Hoppus

“Even though it was January, in Los Angeles it was beautiful and sunny and the blue skies were out and it was hot everyday, so I think it was just a product of our environment. And California to me as a concept or as an idea always seems like endless optimism and endless opportunity - when people think of California they think of palm trees and blue skies and gorgeous sunsets and beaches and everything else. But there's also this weirdness to California, this darkness, it's a place where people come to follow their dreams and sometimes don't make it.”

“To different minds, poetry may present different phases. To me, the reverent faith of the people I lived among, and their faithful everyday living, was poetry; blossoms and trees and blue shies were poetry. God himself was poetry.”

People Mind May Different Tree Blue Everyday Faithful Phases Different Minds Everyday Living

Book:A New England girlhood

Source: A New England girlhood

“By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.”

World Feels Whole Seems Spirituality Reading Music Fire Tree Feet Sky Pure Glory Blue Green Deeper Scripture Whole World Glory Of God Reading The Scriptures

Author:Thomas Merton

“Up there we see everything, Oakland to the left, El Cerrito and Richmond to the right, Marin forward, over the Bay, Berkeley below, all red rooftops and trees of cauliflower and columbine, shaped like rockets and explosions, all those people below us, with humbler views; we see the Bay Bridge, clunkety, the Richmond Bridge, straight, low, the Golden Gate, red toothpicks and string, the blue between, the blue above, the gleaming white Land of the Lost/Superman's North Pole Getaway magic crystals that are San Francisco.”

“What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.”

Source: Marjorie Daw and Other People

“In a pine tree,/ A few yards from my window sill,/ A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and/ down./ On a branch./ I laugh, as I see him abandon himself/ To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do/ That the branch will not break.”

Knows Wells Break Laughing Tree Window Blue Delight Brilliant Branches Abandon Yards Up And Down Pine Trees Blue Jays

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“It was pleasant to wake up in Florence, to open the eyes upon a bright bare room, with a floor of red tiles which look clean though they are not; with a painted ceiling whereon pink griffins and blue amorini sport in a forest of yellow violins and bassoons. It was pleasant, too, to fling wide the windows, pinching the fingers in unfamiliar fastenings, to lean out into sunshine with beautiful hills and trees and marble churches opposite, and, close below, Arno, gurgling against the embankment of the road.”

Source: Delphi Collected Works of E. M. Forster (Illustrated)

“I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.”

Sun Tree Sky Spring Window Blue

Book:Bowl of Cherries: A Novel

Source: Bowl of Cherries: A Novel

“Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up, Holding wonder like a cup. Life has loveliness to sell, Music like a curve of gold, Scent of pine trees in the rain, Eyes that love you, arms that hold, And for your spirit's still delight, Holy thoughts that star the night. Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or could be.”

Source: Mirror of the Heart: Poems of Sara Teasdale

“..she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody ever told her. For instance, the words of the trees and the wind. .. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making.”

Knows World Form Sun Wonderful Tree Wind Built Breaths Blue Instance Dust Evening Gates Gray Rolling Old World Pastures Stallions

Author:Zora Neale Hurston

“She sat down on one of her grandmother's uncomfortable armchairs, and the cat sprang up into her lap and made itself comfortable. The light that came through the picture window was daylight, real golden late-afternoon daylight, not a white mist light. The sky was a robin's-egg blue, and Coraline could see trees and, beyond the trees, green hills, which faded on the horizon into purples and grays. The sky had never seemed so sky, the world had never seemed so world ... Nothing, she thought, had ever been so interesting.”

Source: Coraline

“I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.”

Should Imagination Tree Fields Red Rivers Blue Yellow

Author:Charles Baudelaire

“Variations: II Green light, from the moon, Pours over the dark blue trees, Green light from the autumn moon Pours on the grass ... Green light falls on the goblin fountain Where hesitant lovers meet and pass. They laugh in the moonlight, touching hands, They move like leaves on the wind ... I remember an autumn night like this, And not so long ago, When other lovers were blown like leaves, Before the coming of snow.”

“i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)”

Source: AnOther E.E. Cummings

“When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night,the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.”

Source: Here On Earth

“Bean finds the best apple in our tree and hands it up to me. "You know what this tastes like when you first bite into it?" she asks. "No, what?" "Blue sky." "You're zoomed." "You ever eat blue sky?" "No," I admit. "Try it sometime," she says. "It's apple-flavored.”

Knows Trying Firsts Hands Asks Tree Sky Taste Blue Apples Bites Beans Blue Sky

Author:Rodman Philbrick

“The sky was electric blue above the trees but the yard felt dark. Stephanie went to the edge of the lawn and sat her forehead on her knees. The grass and soil were still warm from the day. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. The feeling was too deep.”

Stills Feelings Wanted Felt Dark Tree Sky Cry Blue Edges Warm Grass Knees Sat Soil Electric Yards Foreheads Lawns Too Deep

Book:A Visit From the Goon Squad

Source: A Visit From the Goon Squad

“You must not think of time as a quantity, a period, a measure. Look at the sky," Gwynneth said. "The moon has now slipped away to another night, into another world. It was not the time it was here that you remember, Faolan, but rather the luminescence of the air, the blue shadows cast by the trees in its light. It was not the length of the time but the quality of the moon's light that you felt and remember." Gwynneth paused. "It is the value, the quality that lives on.”

Thinking World Looks Said Light Remember Night Values Felt Quality Air Tree Sky Periods Moon Shadow Blue Casts Length Quantity Another World

Book:Wolves of the Beyond

Source: Wolves of the Beyond

“Far overhead from beyond the veil of blue sky which hid them the stars sang again; a pure, cold, difficult music. Then there came a swift flash like fire (but it burnt nobody) either from the sky or from the Lion itself, and every drop of blood tingled in the children's bodies, and the deepest, wildest voice they had ever heard was saying: "Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.”

Source: A Year With Aslan: Words of Wisdom and Reflection from the Chronicles of Narnia

“I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered with fresh snow. But Heavens! What sun. It never has an ending. I am basking at this minute - half past four - too hot without a hat, & the sky is that transparent blue only to be seen in autumn - the forest trees steeped in light.”

Source: The Collected Letters of Katherine Mansfield: Volume IV: 1920-1921

“And so much depends, I told Augustus, upon a blue sky cut open by the branches of the trees above. So much depends upon the transparent G-tube erupting from the gut of the blue-lipped boy. So much depends upon the observer of the universe.”

Universe Boys Cutting Tree Sky Depends Blue Branches Guts Observers Transparent Tubes Blue Sky Augustus

Book:The Fault in Our Stars

Source: The Fault in Our Stars

“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever.”

People Looks Night Dark Walks Tree Loneliness Cold Easier Moon Blue Shining Clever Snow Fallen Tonight Silver Jealous Every Night Sparkle Dark Trees

Book:The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.”

Stars Music Break Mystery Tree Infinite Blue Familiar Hills Ache Break Out Ineffable

Book:Sadhana

Source: Sadhana

“This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.”

Mind Light Black Tree Cold Blue

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“She liked to imagine him stealing a glimpse of her over the backyard fence, proudly watching his strange daughter daydream under the beech tree. Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him.”

Father Imagine Tree Strange Mets Daughter Blue Stealing Considering Fence Glimpse Daydreaming Backyards

Book:The Raven Boys

Source: The Raven Boys

“I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and to stand around like a clotheshorse with a lot of very green trees or very yellow wheat or very blue ocean rolling away for miles and miles in every direction.”

Feels Seems Hate Tree Scene Ocean I Hate Blue Green Miles Yellow Rolling Costumes Obliged Wheat Green Trees Blue Ocean

Book:the bell jar

Source: the bell jar

“And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in”

Source: Dandelion Wine

“It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow - flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilion, fiery orange.”

World Individual Tree Sky Fields Thousand Perfection Gold Sight Blue Green Landscape Autumn Shade Orange Highways Vivid Luminous Fiery Blue Sky Hue Scarlet Crisps Sumptuous Green Fields

Author:Bill Bryson

“If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all the delights of the open world--on a final day on earth, I think I would choose these: the clear, ethereal song of a white-throated sparrow singing at dawn; the smell of pine trees in the heat of the noon; the lonely calling of Canada geese; the sight of a dragon-fly glinting in the sunshine; the voice of a hermit thrush far in a darkening woods at evening; and--most spiritual and moving of sights--the white cathedral of a cumulus cloud floating serenely in the blue of the sky.”

“How many million Aprils came before I ever knew how white a cherry bough could be, a bed of squills, how blue And many a dancing April when life is done with me, will lift the blue flame of the flower and the white flame of the tree Oh burn me with your beauty then, oh hurt me tree and flower, lest in the end death try to take even this glistening hour.”

Trying Ends Done Life Is Hours Hurt White Millions Tree Flower Bed Spring Blue Dancing Lifts Flames April Hurt Me Cherries

Book:Flame and Shadow

Source: Flame and Shadow

“The thorn tree just began to bud And greening stained the sheltering hedge, An many a violet beside the wood Peeped blue between the withered sedge; The sun gleamed warm the bank beside, 'Twas pleasant wandering out a while Neath nestling bush to lonely hide, Or bend a musings o'er a stile.”

Sun Tree Spring Lonely Blue Woods Warm Wander Pleasant Violet Bud Musings Withered Greening Stiles

Book:Careless Rambles by John Clare: A Selection of His Poems Chosen and Illustrated by Tom Pohrt

Source: Careless Rambles by John Clare: A Selection of His Poems Chosen and Illustrated by Tom Pohrt

“In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day?”

People Way Should Doe Stills Hard Play Light Seems Past Night Clear Tree Feet Sky Streets Bed Summer Spring Bird Dresses Blue Winter Get Up Yellow Candle June July Hopping Candle Lights

Author:Robert Louis Stevenson

“All in November's soaking mist We stand and prune the naked tree, While all our love and interest Seem quenched in the blue-nosed misery.”

Love Seems Fall Interest Tree Blue Misery Naked Autumn Our Love Mist November Soaking Fall Season Prunes November Poems

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable it is alternately stone in you and star.”

Stills Home Night Fall Passion House Heaven Stars Grows Dark Watches Darkness Tree Sky Land Calling Stones Eternity Sight Blue Ancient Sunset Coats Immensity Darkening Ancient Trees

Author:Rainer Maria Rilke

“When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you - a tree, house, a field....Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow, and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives your own naive impression of the scene before you.”

Thinking Giving Trying Looks Littles Art House Forget Tree Fields Objects Color Scene Shapes Blue Paint Impression Squares Yellow Naive Streaks

Author:Claude Monet