Green-Robed Senators

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir…

~ John Keats, Hyperion, Book I

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

~ Thomas Carlyle

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

~ James Allen

A Happy Change

I had a lovely shift in the weather yesterday:

A grey sky is broken,
by a fresh wind.
The smell of brine, and dog rose.
A new poem begins,
one full of play and white horses.

The Western Wind

The weather often changes in Denmark.
The western wind brings a raft of low pressure across the country

An idyllic quiet day by the sea

A creation of some outstanding clouds in the sky.

Kite surfing in icy weather

Storm coming up

Enjoying the day despite the lack of sun

A joyous speed on a beautiful stormy day