Dancer.
Salmon gum shedding bark.
On my travels.
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❦𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾🌸🍃𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐🌼🌿
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Thank you again for making this for me @ik-de-zwarte-kat! So lovely and most seasonally appropriate too, I love it! 🌞🍁🍂💗
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I just love having the right attire for spur of the moment occasions.
It's the little things in life that make me happy.
Welcome to in-between the seasons here in NYC.
Never the same day twice.
~Red
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“…As if we were children. As if it were the first time. As if we were sunflowers…”
A new short memoir piece of mine in The Bluebird Word…
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Spring on the plant shelves
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Gold painted leaves
Green in different light
As if alluding to
Death's impending delight
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Loreena McKennitt - Brian Boru‘s March
Comment: I first came across Loreena Mc Kennitt in a large media store in New York in 1997. I liked going to libraries and music stores at that times - just browsing around a bit. And I like Celtic music - since it is often so full of mystery and melancholy, but in a positive way. My first album from her was „The Book Of Secrets“ where she wrote a lot about her experiences of traveling in the accompanying booklet. I felt immediately connected to her attitude.
Today is such a bright day that it brings to mind the coming spring. That's why I find the interpretation of the song in the YouTube video above so fitting - although in fact it’s a song to the honor of an Irish ruler (Brian Boru) of the early Middle Ages.
-Simplicius Simplicissimus
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the wonders of amber
glowing amber onto my skin
it’s somehow in her eyes too
the way her hair catch fire
heartbeats slow in light aqua blue
i know her
now
the stars
tell how
what beauty can i take in?
calling to my soul akin
admire
admiring
that’s all i need
to love gently
platonically
never feeling to feed
i can feed myself
she’s there on my shelf
sitting in her own little world
free to leave & grow & twirl
never sealed by snow globes
i couldn’t dream
of caging screens
or chains that bind rove
free
be free
sweet shooting star
i have love for you here
i have love for you far
it’s an honor
just to gaze
for time near celestial spectacles
are brief phases
& the sweetness lasts
for days & dayzes
never truly gone
in burning light of amber dawn
it’s somehow in the sky too
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