Poetry

Song Of The Sea

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Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you…
~ Rainer Maria Rilke

A Danish painter Laurits Tuxen (1853–1927) The North Sea in stormy weather. After sunset. Højen.

The picture below text conjured up lovely days by the sea in the month of May years ago.
We went on excursions in the forest and on the beach. We only used the rented house to sleep in.
The fresh sea air, the smell of sand and the spicy sweetness of resin from the pine trees.
The scents are missing from the picture, but when I close my eyes, the scents meet me as if I were walking through the forest on my way to the sea.

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 ❤

hannaswalk.com

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

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!

It Will Get Better…

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You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
~ Pablo Neruda

Blues Turns To Hope

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…There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in…
Anthem by Leonard Cohen

Everywhere, there are stories of helpfulness, unity and creativity.

There is light in the dark. There is a crack…

I’ll always remember this beautiful walk:

The wonderful light. The blue sky.
The church tower’s blue dial.
The sky in the sea. A communication in blue.
Joy bubbles. Overflows. Makes you invincible.
Hope fills the heart.

Water Life and Flowers

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Springtime, The first anemones – 1889
Danish Painter: H.A. Brendekilde 1857-1942
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It Will Pass!

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I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo.
“So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times.
But that is not for them to decide.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Releasing the Inhabitants

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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

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

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

Today, by Billy Collins

My Favourite Paradise

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The smell of the sea and the sunlight playing in the waves.
White seabirds and ancient pines distorted by harsh weather.
An old murky house that immediately makes me think of smuggling raids and devious deals.
The old forest with shady winding paths, the moor and the burial mounds. A Paradise.

Dansk maler; Viggo Christian Frederik Vilhelm Pedersen
Udsigt over Tisvilde
Birth: 1854 Death: 1926

Dansk maler; P.C. Skovgaard
Udkanten af Tisvilde Hegn. Blæst
Birth: 1817 Death: 1875

Sunday in Spring

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Welcome March, Welcome Spring!
In the past, you brought very little rain with you.
I’ll put my faith in you ❤ – after 6 months of monsoon
and dear Jet Streams, don’t be so stubborn, please 🥴

A happy picture from a spring when the sun was shining.