Aprils fool you

From the tiny bird to the grand old tree
they all come out - for Spring to see

One day....
you wake up to the sound of birds
singing out loud and clear
like heavenly choirs
pleasing the ear

But those Aprils fool you
cold winds and showering rain
still hits you - again, again, again

One day....
the sun is back
birds loud and clear
May may come
no more frost to fear

From the tiny bird to the grand old tree
they all come out - for Spring to see

The miracle of Spring...

Reborn

on a New years morn
Sun slowly rising
Calm waters
Winds rest
Like a New sheet of paper
Quietly awaiting
What Will be

From an old poetry book in my library...

"Resolve to be thyself -
and know, that he who
finds himself,
loses his misery,"

by Poet Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)

autumn

autumn colours - autumn leaves

quietly falling from the trees

is like nature holding its breath

as temperatures fall - winter call

like a new clear wind 

blowing on us all - yes we fall

into the cold and the dark

like seeds waiting to unfold...

it's a beautiful day....

Se det store i det små
dét skal man huske
på september's blå himmel
farer en sky afsted
mens havens røde æbler modnes..



The weather report said "Rainy day"
out of the blue the sun came this way
clear sky above - red apples below
passing clouds complete Nature's show..

Rastløs

.....hvad skal du..

det ved jeg ikke rigtig..

som vægtløse kosmonauter

i det ydre rum

svæver vi rundt

som en vågen søvngænger 

på vandring

uden mål og med

hvad laver vi her på dette sted

jeg sætter mig ned og finder MIN fred!