Releasing the Inhabitants

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

Today, by Billy Collins

My Favourite Paradise

The smell of the sea and the sunlight playing in the waves.
White seabirds and ancient pines distorted by harsh weather.
An old murky house that immediately makes me think of smuggling raids and devious deals.
The old forest with shady winding paths, the moor and the burial mounds. A Paradise.

Dansk maler; Viggo Christian Frederik Vilhelm Pedersen
Udsigt over Tisvilde
Birth: 1854 Death: 1926

Dansk maler; P.C. Skovgaard
Udkanten af Tisvilde Hegn. Blæst
Birth: 1817 Death: 1875

A Weather Window

Hornbaek

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations.

Skovshoved