Waking Sprig - Missoula, Montana

"...Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind..."

- from Lost In the Forest by Pablo Neruda  (1904-1973)

Read the rest of this tasty poem here.

Fresh Green Lilac Leaves - Missoula, Montana

"...And to you, what can these mean now:...the evidence unfolding
like a flower, the green song
in the green leaves, the presence
of the sky with its goblet of freshness?..."

- from With Quevedo, In Springtime by Pablo Neruda

Raining Again, Alberton, Montana

“…my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.” - Pablo Neruda  

(Click on the above text links to read more from one of my favourite poets. Plus read about him in this week's news, here.)