Vintage Nature Poem for Garden Journal, Framed Poetry, Scrapbooking or Graphic Design: Winter by Frederick Miller


Like a blushing maiden
Nature hides her face,
But by what she loses
Gains an added grace.
While the snowflakes thickly
Flutter through the gloom,
Let the dancing fire flames
Cheer our cosy room.
And though it be winter
We'll not think of sorrow,
For from friendship's hearthstone
Summer warmth we'll borrow.

The poem is enclosed within an illustrated border that shows three fluffy birds in their winter down huddled together on a branch of a tree thick with pinecones. Below the tree, at the bottom of the border sprigs of wild holly reach up, offering a cold weather bounty of luscious berries. You are welcome to download the free high-res 8.5" x 11.5" @ 300 ppi JPEG without a watermark for a garden journal, scrapbooking or graphic design project here. You could also print it out and frame it - it would make a nice gift to put atop someone's mantlepiece.

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Free Vintage Graphic for Collage, Scrapbooking or Card Making: Spring Doves with Basket of Forget-Me-Nots


I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates,
or love at first sight.
But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life,
if you were lucky,
you might meet someone who was exactly right for you.
Not because he was perfect, or because you were,
but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way
that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil

A vintage postcard from 1908 that shows a pair of white doves flying aloft as they carry a basket of brilliantly blue forget-me-nots contained within a basket with pink ribbons tied in bows for handles. To download the high-res 6" x 9" @ 300 ppi JPEG without a watermark, please click here. You can use this as the cover of a greeting card to a friend or loved one but it can also be used to embellish a journal or scrapbook page as well as in other graphic design projects.

Inspiration from a Vintage Landscape: A Walk Across a Snowy Field on a Chilly Day


No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
Buddha

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I've learned that fear limits you and your vision. It serves as blinders to what may be just a few steps down the road for you. The journey is valuable, but believing in your talents, your abilities, and your self-worth can empower you to walk down an even brighter path. Transforming fear into freedom - how great is that?
Soledad O'Brien

Poetry for Kids: The Flock of Doves by Celia Thaxter (Public Domain Children's Poem)


A Victorian children's poem from 1876 entitled "The Flock of Doves" by Celia Thaxter, accompanied by an illustration of three little girls encountering a flock of snow doves lovingly created by their mother, who is peeking from behind a tree to see their reaction. The poem reads:

The world was like a wilderness
Of soft and downy snow;
The trees were plumed with feathery flakes,
And the ground was white below.

Came the little mother out to the gate
To watch for her children three;
Her hood was red as a poppy-flower,
And rosy and young was she.

She took the snow in her cunning hands,
As waiting she stood alone,
And lo! in a moment, beneath her touch,
A fair white dove had grown.

A flock she wrought, and on the fence
Set them in bright array,
With folded wings, or pinions spread,
Ready to fly away.

And then she hid by the pine-tree tall,
For the children's tones rang sweet,
As home from school, through the drifts so light.
They sped with merry feet.

"Oh, Nannie, Nannie! See the fence
Alive with doves so white!"
"Oh, hush! don't frighten them away!"
They whisper with delight.

They crept so soft, they crept so still,
The wondrous sight to see!
The little mother pushed the gate,
And laughed out joyfully.

She clasped them close, she kissed their cheeks,
And lips so sweet and red.
"The birds are only made of snow!
You are my doves," she said.

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