(a bit at a loss for words, i hope it is not a total falling out of grace but rather a falling into the grace of silence, meanwhile the snow goes on and the spring is soft and even if i might not find ways to answer, know that, if you wish to comment, everything you say is precious to me and i am grateful that you are here)
We can share the silence, Sun and Moon sharing the same sky.
ReplyDeleteYou post dreams Roxana and I am happy to dream with you, snow or sun matters not.
ReplyDeleteSimple mais tellement lumière.
ReplyDeleteHere
ReplyDeleteAm
Here
Was
Here
Will be
Here
No matter
If
You answer
Or not.
These
Vague echoes
Of pebbles
Dropped
Over
The railing
Of
A floating
Bridge
Suffice.
It is
Enough
To know
You
Are
There
And
Were
There
And
Will
Be
There
Floating
In
The mist
At dawn
Nothing
Else
Is
Needed
.
can there be a total falling out of grace? i believe not - and your photos seem to me to tell the same thing. hug, dear silent one.
ReplyDeleteShe sat still on a chair, in a semi darkened room. Delicate arabesques of soft orange light glinted in her eyes. She was awake, but only just so. Her mind drifted into a pitilessly swirl of inchoate desires. What was it about April that made it the cruelest month?
ReplyDeleteIt was only yesterday that she noticed the snow falling on a plank of rugose wood and hiding in
unblemished chasms. In the distance, there were children playing, arms akimbo, swaying to and fro in syncronized steps. Their voices, crisp and somehow metallic sounding, twanged in the violet air. Were they gods from another series of mental tremors?
She longed for an auroral flame where she could warm her downy hands. The clouds formed into a
threatening mass. She remembered the gazebo nestled in the woods and lunged forward. A sudden
crescendi of winds conspired to drive her to that forlorn sylvan enclosure. Exhausted, she sat.
And, with the intensity of a Bellini portrait, she saw the snow fall again.
(II)
ReplyDeleteFrozen cold
fleeting surface of snow -
nearly without weight and sound,
yet able to provide for life
colour and hope to hold.
Thank you for this wonderful photography !
The image is enough, unusual enough o fill the silence with eloquence.
ReplyDeleteDave, I agree.
ReplyDelete...ein Traum wird hell und zeigt sich klar und man fragt sich, zitternd, wird er wahr..? Nahe Hoffnung - wie unglaublich ausdrucksvoll ist doch das Bild!
ReplyDeleteIch grüsse Dich mit einem Lächeln, liebe Roxana!
Renée
(ich habe kein Blog, aber habe schon mal darüber nachgedacht, auch in die Richtung zu gehen, doch bisher wagte ich es nicht... Lieben Dank für Dein Interesse!)
thank you all, you are so incredibly kind...
ReplyDelete...and you are always an inspiration :)
ReplyDeletenow i see some wet greens..
ReplyDeletewelcome to right season! :-)
It is a fantastic view.
ReplyDeletein want of beautiful
ReplyDeletei find
silence
in your beautiful too