hidden, somewhere in a glade of light and darke, quiet shadows......but above the mountains, high in the treetops, the green leaves
talk in our language.
the winter's night of sleep that endless as it wears our hearts to the ground, has disappeared, has lightened into a hidden land, a secret land, a land, nowhere to be found, but as it slips back into the light, we remember it......the winter.
but now, the leaves speak in our words......
they use our tones and our quiet whisperings and songs......
if we do not hear the leaves, our hearts are filled with too many clatterings and hinderings.
the g r e e n green leaves shiver and dance so gently in a breath of a wind, in a solitary shaft of movement, not quite a breeze, but a lilting and a softening.
the green
the green
leaves/
by me.
Beautiful, just beautiful. Always such gorgeous pictures, always such lovely words.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Annette
So first of all, beautiful photographs, as always.
ReplyDeleteSecondly, I was looking at your favorite movies section and noticed paddle to the sea, I felt like I had never heard of it so I looked it up on youtube. When I watched it, I remembered it from my childhood.... it means a lot to remember anything from back then because I simply cannot. So thank you kindly.