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Green-Robed Senators

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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 great day to go biking

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Hey, little bird! The boy greets happy on a low-flying swallow. It sure is the right day for an outing 😊

A Bench With a View

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A Happy Change

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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 Italian Look

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The last Day in May

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Wind in my hair and the scent of lilacs.
The blackbird is singing, accompanied by a woman’s soft humming.
That is the poetry of nature the last day in May.

A wonderful Hawthorn

Tucked between the trees is a magnificent house listed in oak for the deer’s food

One among many moods of the ancient Rådvad

An anonymous mass grave from the cholera epidemic in Copenhagen in 1853, is hidden under hawthorns inside the gate of Taarbæk

Click my picture above to read my post about the Death and the Hawthorn

A path along the anonymous graves in Taarbæk

The pond at Rådvad

Another atmosphere provided from Rådvad

Exotic Words and Places

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I love the writing by the Danish author, Henrik Nordbrandt. His words create amazing scenarios in the cinema of my soul.
Exotic words and places, become like little boats broken loose from their moorings, to drift off in high sea. Soon up, soon down. Soon up, overlooking magnificent palaces, and exuberant crowds, soon down, where only half-truths are revealed and the rest is filled with the invigorating power of imagination.

… Around your figure stands an aura, like a blooming hawthorn had set itself on fire to surpass your shadow in beauty.
Added strings to your being would deepen the silence
or make the strings burst into song …

This poetry is taken from a wonderful poem, Alcyone and translated by myself. Forgive me for that!

Henrik Nordbrandt

The Earth is Like a Child…

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I had a great bike ride today. The air is still clean and the birds surpass each other in songs. Enjoy every little piece of nature, if you have the chance ❤

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It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Tucked Away in Green Shadows

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Danish painter, Christian Zacho, 1843–1913.
Jægersborg Dyrehave in the early summer.

Green living with a twist of flowers

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Twist of Flowers
Oh, to sit in my little tree house high up in the wooden crowns.
Surrounded by beautiful, fragrant apple blossoms.
Waiting for red apples!