Poetry

The Sealand Alps

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I walk in the hills overlooking the glorious flashing blue Maglesø.
Vines, blackberries, apples and roses present themselves in the most attractive way.
Everywhere there is a lushness and a beauty hidden in these lovely green hills.
The Sealand Alps, a nickname for a beloved glacial landscape.

…Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays…
Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson

Notes

I kan læse mere om Maglesø på danskebjerge.dk
Endvidere kan I se Maglesø klædt i hvidt i danskebjerge.dk’s galleri.

Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind

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What an awesome winter weather. It all started with a blizzard in Jutland, and eventually we got snow in Copenhagen and North Zealand as well.
Completely unreal winter weather where people were stuck in traffic for many hours. It doesn’t happen that often in Denmark anymore.

I had to quote William Shakespeare for Blow Blow You Winter Wind ❤️😊

..Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude…

Blegmosen, Rude Skov, Denmark 📹 Hanna’s Walk

Happy walks wherever you are 😊☃️

When it’s getting dark in winter …

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I have always loved the twilight, ever since I was a little girl. When the sun sets in winter and the clouds turn red. When landscapes are under the spell of snow, the adventure begins. Even life in the streets seems enchanted.

Vilhelm Kyhn, Winter Night in a Forest

Carl Schlesinger,  A Winter Sunset 

Wright Barker, A Winter Evening

Wilhelm Smith, Winter scene from the streets of Stockholm

Fausto Giusto, Street scene

Knud Baade, Winter evening in Dresden

On the Shortest Day

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Journalist, author and editor Eivind Eidslott has written this lovely piece of poetry: Når Sola Snur. 

When the Sun Turns, is inspired by the Norwegian Mountain Rules and winter solstice.
Translation from Norwegian to English by me:

There is no shame in turning around
Turn around in time
We all want to return home

That is why we turn in gale,
in snow fog, in doubt.
We turn in storm,
in hail showers, in fog.

We turn in good weather, in stormy weather,
in all kinds of weather.
We turn around before dark,
and hunger and cold.
We go back before the body is empty,
before the feet are worn out, before the mood runs out.
We all want to return home

But turn now,
Turn your head and see:
Now the sun is turning, ouch!
There is no shame in that.
It’s got a new position of trust up there.
The biggest task,
The winter solstice.
When the Sun Turns by Eivind Eidslott

Yesterday was the shortest day of the year and the sun was shining. The light of Winter Solstice. The sun is turning ❤️

Don’t miss these invaluable advises when planning trips in the Norwegian wilderness:

The mountain code

Autumnal Winds

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“Wild is the music
of autumnal winds
Amongst the faded woods.”
~ William Wordsworth

The White Water Lily

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A flower of purest white,
Floating upon the lake,
A delicate and fragile sight,
Yet strong and unafraid.
Its petals open wide,
To greet the morning sun,
And close at night to hide,
From the darkness and the cold.
A symbol of beauty and grace,
The white water lily,
A reminder that even in the darkest of places,
There is always hope.

Greeting Anemones

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“The first blooms of spring always make my heart sing.”
~ S. Brown

We call it the anemone forest, the Trørød forest, which lies close to the sea.
Here we find tightly packed white anemones.
They nod in the wind as we pass.
As if they are greeting us on our walk.
I greet again, and it takes some time before I have passed them all 😊😊

Happy Walk Everyone❤️

Bridge Over Brook and Spring

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We had a nice walk yesterday.

The many springs in Eskemose Forest have been protected since 1942 😎❤️

“Wandering in darkness under your high
vaulting branches, I have dreamed so long
of your green leaves and breezy blue sky,
the vibrant fragrances–and the bird song! ..”
Hermann Hesse

Happy Walks Everyone ❤️🐤🐣

The Silence of Nature on a Spring Evening.

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The path winds between lakes. Sky hastingly changing colour. A swan moves through the water looking for bread?
I realize I’m not breathing. I want to remember the sounds of nature.
The mournful whistle of the Bullfinch. Ducks chatter quietly. Tit birds are chirping high up in the trees.
The sounds of nature on a spring evening.

The Strong Light of Spring

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The strong, uplifting and life-giving light of spring never seems to disappoint me.
We walk on narrow flooded paths between birch trees.
The light is overwhelming and changes the landscape. Grasses turn golden, the white birch glow and the lake shows the wonder of a blue sky.
Staggering!