
Winds batter the shore;
gulls, ever my companions.
Sand between my toes
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Winds batter the shore;
gulls, ever my companions.
Sand between my toes
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Walking on the ice
My short measured steps back home,
In all conditions
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Walking in the snow,
we wanderers
are on track —
step out in the sun
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Walking winter woods,
a muntjac’s prints
lead the way ahead —
a twig breaks
*(This still conforms to seventeen syllables but in a four line format)
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Birds announce the spring
whilst winter’s cold grasp lingers.
Waiting can be sweet
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I must have strolled this ancient shore,
leaving no footprints in the sand,
seen the infant sun spill his light
over jagged horizons,
the glowing Moon ascend into sparse sky
to ride the assembly of stars,
a firmament at once remote
and intimate.
If you talk in eons — I see in seconds;
new life’s struggle to be born,
a fossil falling to the sand
from a cliff’s crumbling edifice.
For as I exist at the beginning
so do I persist until the end,
though I am not made of stars,
I merely follow the word
and the breath.
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As December is fast approaching, I just thought I would share these autumn themed pictures with you from a weekend trip to Odense. I didn’t take very many photos because the weather/lighting wasn’t too great, but I think it captures the Danish countryside vibe (mind you…Odense is still a city) – tranquil canals, forest walks, […]
A peaceful walk in Odense — Life in Copenhagen
Taken on a rather drab late November day, with lockdown restrictions still ongoing.
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