Poem of The Road

From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and
imaginary lines,
Going where I list—my own master, total and abso-
lute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they
say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of
the holds that would hold me.

~ Poem of The Road by Walt Whitman

Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk

Dancing Shadows

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads.
The wind is passing by.

~   Christina Rossetti 

Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks 😍

Today is just that kind of day

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

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

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

~ Billy Collins

Polish painter, Leon Wyczółkowski,
Spring in w:Gościeradz
Wincenty Wodzinowski
Wiosna
H. A. Brendekilde
Forår i landsbyen med piger i vejkanten
Danish painter, Peter Mork Mönsted
A spring morning in the village, overlooking Roskilde Fjord.