Debussy - Jardins Sous la Pluie, Gardens under the rain

Butterflies

Cymon and Iphigenia. Frederic Lord Leighton, 1884. The Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney 


Fluttering kisses

butterflies caught in the net of love

 - I dream of your  lips

To Autumn - John Keats

Thomas Moran (1837 – 1926), Cresheim Glen Wissahickon Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,

Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep

Steady thy laden head across a brook;

Or by a cider-press, with patient look,

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn

Among the river sallows, borne aloft

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;

And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Autumn

The Beauty of Autumn - a poem by Katherine M. Nuñez

Autumn Leaves - Diana Krall

Lady of the Lake - Diane & David Arkenstone (Enaid) from their album, Avalon - A Celtic Legend

Glowing

shimmering kisses

this love vibrates in deep waves

glowing

Dreaming

Discovery...

photo found at http://goo.gl/w5X4yU 

"...The verse was there inside a book long forgotten - "anthology of poetry" or something. Years were unkind to it.The once bright red colored cover -now a dead blood faded red.As if this paper relic bled to death before it ended inside this dusty graveyard of thoughts...

I opened it with care like touching the fragile bones of a woman who was loved once, as she was laying buried inside an ancient tomb...The edge of yellow rusted page turned to gold dust and was scattered by my breath across the room.

And there on the top of that corroded paper was...one single line , there, written by an unknown hand, in another life.

There, waiting for me to find it almost an eternity later, this line...

I felt them imprinted, almost flowing under my fingers, the words: "From the Thorn to the Rose..."

Suddenly i remembered your smile the last time you held me close...

The longing still so strong...

And then as the words were dancing inside my eyes flashing, I realized all at once that a long way of no return was spiraling inside my head, leading, always, to the pain of your thorn... "