Watching Sunlight Dance with the Clouds

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clouds, light, Skies, the extraordinary, trees, walks with Dixie

West Sussex ~ Photography by Robin Dalton

When you possess light within, you see it externally. ~Anaïs Nin

In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary. ~Aaron Rose

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds. ~ Richard Brautigan

dancing in the rain

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daffodils, flowers, seasons, spring

I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden. ~Ruth Stout

Every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment. ~Ellis Peters

Fairies are invisible and inaudible like angels. But their magic sparkles in nature. ~Lynn Holland

The rain fell
Leaving magic sparkles
On my sadly neglected garden

As always
the loyalty of a flower
surprises me
My daffodils continue
to dance for me

Even when I forget to dance for them…

singing the earth

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flowers, happiness, Photography, poetry, sadness

Camelias in a vase on my kitchen table ~ photography by Robin Dalton

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.
~ an Eskimo proverb

Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it. ~Jacques Prévert

I have seen
I have felt
I know

The earth is waking up
A bit of green sprouting
here and everywhere I look
Blossoms on fruit trees
Blubs magically erupting
from the still cold ground
promising warmth and colour

My camelias are blooming
yesterday I buried my nose in them
and almost forgot
forgot to listen to the screaming
fearful voices in my head

Today is cloudy, cold and watchful
Looking out my kitchen window
On a day with so little light
so little heart

I can see bright yellow daffodils
like small flower faeries waving
singing the earth into a state of calm.
~me

Blooming Heather Drinking Up the Rain

Blooming Heather Drinking Up the Rain

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
~ Emily Dickinson

Today it rained

I thought of home
Of pictures
made with crayon

Of a house
with two windows
and one closed door

Of stick figures
one of a mommy
who is gone
one of a daddy
who never was

One of me
with a smile on my face
A dog and a cat
that were
merely a wish

Returning from the post box
on a this now foggy afternoon

I stopped to look at the blooms
on the heather growing
in my very unkempt borders

I forgot about homes,
families that never were
and thought about fragile
blooms on hardy heather
with a smile on my face.
~me

Prayer

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Brownsea Island, Carol Ann Duffy, Photography, poetry, Prayer

Treetops on Brownsea Island ~ photography by me

Prayer

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer

utters itself. So, a woman will lift

her head from the sieve of her hands and stare

at the minims1 sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. 2 Grade I piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child’s name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio’s prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

~Carol Ann Duffy