Category Archives: FOREST
LET ME SEARCH FOR FOUR-LEAF CLOVERS
Let me be in all the days
there wild strawberries are attached to straws,
there lilies of the valley gleam white in the glades
and chanterelles glow yellow from the groves
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Let me search for four-leaf clovers
Let me pleasuredrown the sorrow
and become the real in me
*
Let me inoculate a leaf on a three-leaf clover
Let me create four-leaf clovers!
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Let me!
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Remaining here was this heart
in its anciently asleep well
to retrieve,
open and carry
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Rising myself
Letting me newkiss the wetlands sun-warmed cloud-berries
in the wilderness where deers dances with elks
while the stars guard the sparks out of the night
with rowan-berries in still sail over the forest lakes
*
Rising myself
*
It takes a while
before the veils are bending down
*
Gone
are dusted membranes
ALMOND TREE IN BLOOM BENEATH CLOUDS (STRICTLY)
ALMOND TREE IN HAZY RECOLLECTION
SKY SPECIAL
BLOOD TRACKS
Think of faded traces of blood in the woods
turned into dust
in a final kiss of grey
*
Two footprints under the grass
Two dead at this place again
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Our eyes still remain
crowned over perfection
for we kissed the lack of death
and put stone on thistle
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Awaken,
seen in wounds
Heal,
we heal
TOP TEN AUTUMN PHOTOS
(Reblogged.)
What could we start the new year with? My somewhat top ten Autumn photos of last year. That sounds reasonable. Had some really good days last Autumn, when it comes down to photography. Went out in the forest and came back with a dozen useable photos every day.
Never been much for doing top ten lists.
Actually, this will be my first and last.
UNDER A NOVEMBER FROST MOON
SOM SLITET SKUGGSPEL
Inlyssnar.
Minns åldrande skogsglansen
Regnstänkta mönstren
Våta löven famnande marken
Smyger norrnatt.
Vandrar stigarna, lär ordlös hållbarhet,
genom månens målande skogsskuggor
över näpen tystnad och vissen lövjord
Kvar. Nu i gryning utan ord.
Står invid skogsbrynet som en hemlighet,
som tröttnat och misslyckat blänkt bråte
där sorgerna alltid sitter i tillfälligt fruset
Återstår ändå. Fastnad.
Är övergivet famnad,
alldeles för hårt frånryckt slitande ovisshet
oaktat min väna smultrontid villigt återkom
och ställde sig längst bort från överflödighet
Frihet?
Dröjdes inunder älskvärt seglande valkmolnen
medan betagande backsmultronen i lummet
stod hjälplöst fagrade i vädjande efter glömska
Nöd.
Lindring: Liv och död.
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