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 😍
Dancing Shadows
Poems
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
Spring in w:Gościeradz
Wiosna
Forår i landsbyen med piger i vejkanten
A spring morning in the village, overlooking Roskilde Fjord.
Duck Tracks in Thaw
This spring came suddenly from day to day. Even the snowdrifts gave up the fight eventually. They lay boasting of the last snow, telling a story of an unexpectedly harsh winter. But maybe we haven’t seen the end of winter yet.
~ Thaw by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
