Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there; I did not die.
‘Do not stand at my grave and weep’
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free.
Don’t miss so many of them.
By Jo Walton
Rigtig dejlig vinterferie, og pas godt på hinanden ❤
I went for a walk in Hornbaek some days ago. The village is an old Fishermen Village. The wind blew cold along the beach but in the woods along the shore there were shelter and tranquillity. The area is very popular especial during the summer. The beach is attractive and the village is cozy with narrow streets and old houses.
Very soon spring will be here ❤
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind’s whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter’s night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.
Joseph T. Renaldi
After the night’s storm large amounts of water was pouring into the river from the old mill place. I stood a moment absorbed by the sound and sight. Shortly after entering the forest a sudden movement in the twilight kept my attention to the huge trees on my left side. There he was a very large stag moving like a king just in front of me.
At times like this one can feel very small being all alone in front of his majesty
His image stays frozen in my memory for a long time.
An amazing stroll in the dim daylight.