A winter morning

Shimmery sprite lights

dance to sighs of silent songs,  

frosted shadows stirred.

 

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A tree, enchanted - image by My Li'l Place

A tree, enchanted

“We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree. Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots.”

~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

Today, I stumbled upon a tree, generous with its shade and a beauty to behold.  It beckoned imagination of mystical beings and wood fairies, of the likes of Oberon, Titania and Puck from “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”.  How I rued not bringing my regular camera with me but the phone would have to do.

 

 

 

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Pink rose by My Li'l Place

A rose

Subtle and elegant

In form and fragrant

This pale pink beauty

Captivates in tranquility

 

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Acceptance

Standing in front of the fogged-up mirror, I look at my reflection.  Slowly,  bits of me emerge. Part of my eyes, a fraction of my nose and a crescent of my lips.  Clarity is just minutes way.  I stand there, albeit, a little nervous, a little reluctant.  Read More »