Poems

Closer to Nature

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The weather is cold and grey. The rain is pouring down. What’s the point in going outdoors? I did and if you go close enough you’ll see many colours, amazing shapes and birds.

This post is back from 2016 but the condition is unchanged 😊

‘… Grasshoppers, birds, fish and plants live
With natural colours as protection forever!
Chameleons are something different though
Capable of changing colours as to situation!

Even seasons have colours for a change
Winter darkness, summer brightness,
Autumn brownness and spring greenness
Indeed are beautiful and inspiring all lives!

Refraction of colourless water reveals 7 hues
As seven colours of rainbow at the raining times!’

An Attire Of Colours In Nature! by Ramesh T A

Troldænder, Authya fuligula
Debarked wood
Anas platurhynchos
Mill Wheel
Tree roots
Geese

Luckily, snow doesn’t melt in pictures 🛷🥰

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The poem, There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow, was written by the author Helge Rode in 1886.
The poem is quiet like the snow itself, offering us a new reality that is quiet, pure and gentle. *Højskolesangbogen

There is nothing in the world as quiet as snow,
when it softly descends through the air,
muffles your steps,
hush, hushs gently
on the voices that speak too loudly.

There is nothing in the world of a purity like snow,
swan down from the white wings of heaven.
On your hand a fluff
is like a teardrop.
White thoughts silently dance and sway.

There is nothing in the world that can soften like snow.
Hush, you listen until the silent sounds.
O, so fine a sound,
Silver bell song
Deep inside your heart is ringing.

Magic Mountains

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I found a picture of Norway in my stashes that I think you should see. The waterfall is called Myafallet

Routes and Cabins by The Norwegian Trekking Association

“Promise to stay wild with me.
We’ll seek and return and stay and find beauty
and the extraordinary in all the spaces we can claim.
We´ll know how to live.
How to breathe magic into the mundane.”
~ Victoria Erickson

Into the Coppery Halls

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“…into the coppery halls
of beech and intricate oak
to be close to the trees
as they whisper together
let fall their leaves…”
~ Katherine Towers’ The Remedies

Celebration of October

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The yellow foliage shines like sunshine. Buzzards screech above me as they gather before the journey.
I hear the cranes before I see their wedge-shaped silhouette. They trumpet loudly above my head.
Those birds are amazing!! October is outstanding 😊

“October had tremendous possibility. The summer’s oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.”
~ Sarah Guillory, Reclaimed

“The winds will blow their own freshness into you,
and the storms their energy,
while cares will drop away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.”
~ John Muir

“…The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell…”
Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

Gratitude

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Today was a cracking autumn day in Rådvad 🍂

..The heavenly blue of fresh new days
Oh, friend, you must employ them
Before they pass away. Be brave!
Enjoy them; oh, enjoy them!”
~  Theodor Storm,  A Song in October 

“Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause 
between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.” 
–   Carol Bishop Hipps

“But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees”
~  C. S. Lewis 

“There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen,
as if it could not be, as if it had not been!”
–  Percy Bysshe Shelley

Note

Raadvad, or Rådvad is a former industrial development located on both sides of the Mølleåen river which at this point marks the border between Lyngby-Taarbæk and Rudersdal municipalities in the northern suburbs of Copenhagen, Denmark. It was built around a watermill in the second half of the 18th century and has given name to a well-known Danish brand of knives and other kitchen equipment. The buildings are now all heritage listed. They include Raadvad Kro from 1861 and a hostel based in a former school from 1894. Other buildings include a centre for building conservation and a local nature school. * Wikipedia

A Summer Afternoon in August

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A few days ago we had a wonderful summer afternoon, with a cool breeze from the lake. Good to be out and about in old settings to check if they were as beautiful as remembered 😊🥰👏

I love to see the summer beaming forth
And white wool sack clouds sailing to the north
I love to see the wild flowers come again
And mare blobs stain with gold the meadow drain
And water lilies whiten on the floods
Where reed clumps rustle like a wind shook wood
Where from her hiding place the Moor Hen pushes
And seeks her flag nest floating in bull rushes
I like the willow leaning half way o’er
The clear deep lake to stand upon its shore
I love the hay grass when the flower head swings
To summer winds and insects happy wings
That sport about the meadow the bright day
And see bright beetles in the clear lake play
~ John Clare

Shades of Green

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The forest weaves
myriad green shades
from lime and olive
to kelly green and jade
as it keeps on knitting
its cooling shade
Saiom Shriver

I have been out and about in bogs and forest. Fantastic lushness. Lots of blueberries are set out under the trees and tempt with a break in the shade.

The Carefree Spring

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The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Uncaring spring!
~ Ikkyu, Zen Poems of China and Japan

The world is not in your books and maps, it is out there.
~ Gandalf

Happy Walk Everyone 🥾❤️🙂

Some Journeys are About a Quest

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Ailsa Craig, British poet and painter, William Bell Scott

Some journeys are about a quest: An adventure, the magic of course, and about treasures and love. *

The Matterhorn
German-American painter, Albert Bierstadt

The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble— to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills.
~ Phillip Connors

Frühling am See
Austrian painter, Alois Tott

You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.
Green Mountain
~ Li Bai

The Watzmann
German Romantic landscape painter, Caspar David Friedrich

* Inspired by Tolkien ❤