A man and a child resting in the rays of the sun on Friday in Kiev, Ukraine. (Sergei Supinsky, wsj.com April 6, 2018)
Tag: Spring
T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week
A child holding tulips during the Flower Run race marking International Women’s Day in Moscow’s Fili Park. (Mikhail Tereshchenko/Tass/Zuma Press, wsj.com March 8, 2018)
Saturday Morning
Happy in the morning
I open my cottage door;
A clear breeze blowing
Comes straight in.
The first sun
Lights the leafy trees;
The shadows it casts
Are crystal clear.
Serene,
In accord with my heart,
Everything merges
In one harmony …
~ Wen Siang (1210-1280), From Sleepless Nights: Verses for the Wakeful
Notes: Poem – Bluebird of Happiness Stuff. Photo: via Hidden Sanctuary
Saturday Morning
it is…quiet…morning
warm sunlight and cool,
crisp air streams through my open window.
my room is heavy with the smell
of flowers, vines, grass, and growth.
the only sounds are of…
a gentle wind chime,
and my own steady, deep breathing.
~ L. J. Buchanan, from Conceptual solitude
Photo: Heinz-Dieter with morning breeze
in a language no school has taught you
You heard—the song the moth sings, the babble
Of falling snowflakes (in a language
No school has taught you), the scream
Of the reddening bud of the oak tree
As the bud burst into the world’s brightness.
~ Robert Penn Warren, from “Muted Music,” The Collected Poems of Robert Penn Warren
Notes:
- Photo: Suzanne Mrozak with Quercus Alba (White Oak) taken on April 8, 2017
- Poem: Memory’s Landscape