Wind-swept winter

 Wind-swept winter and some buds seek

the warmth of mother earth.

From the potted plant to the depth of the soil,

a loving acceptance of another life,

from the flowering stage

to the stage of the primal life of seeds,

the circle goes, with the butterflies showing

the path that leads by the diurnal rounds of the sun.

Thanks for the image: Lise Wal

Lise Wal

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3 days ago

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Delicate porcelain, a vessel of choice.

a little bit of honey, a little bit of lime,

peace at heart and on the lips a smile

this is all that it takes to make tea divine.

Thank you for the image @Milan Lakić

Milan Lakić

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1 year ago

 Photo album: црно - беле

Thing Finder - Edinburgh Café by Dieter Krehbiel

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Murat Murat

1 year ago

Hello Dear Sushama, I was very curious about you.  I hope you're good and healthy.

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Sushama Karnik

1 year ago

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Telepathy! I was thinking of you. Miss your classic posts. Start posting again even if they are from the old stock. I am fine! How are you? Hope you are well. My best wishes to you in advance for 2020. @Murat Murat

Murat Murat

1 year ago

Glad Sushama is both too.  to be healthy and good.  Happy New Year.

 

 Reflections float

like the year we left behind.

We take a break and call it a year,

though time flows.

On a misty dawn

we await a beginning

and call it a start to an era of the unknown.

The grey sky rains.

Images shine.

Something from the past

is still here.

The ripple behind

a sound of the rain.

We are chilled to the bones

not able to cast away the remnants

of the trials we went through,

the trail of the shadows

falling on the murky waters that refuse to flow.

Today, the morning sun is kind.

Let us watch together

the signs of the change;

the lessons we learnt

make the the colors of the future calm and mellow.

Sushama Karnik

31 December 2020

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Image: Kha TRUNG ✿ | Catherine La Rose ~ The Poet of Painting

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The End of December 2020

 Reflections float

like the year we left behind.
We take a break and call it a year,
though time flows.
On a misty dawn
we await a beginning
and call it a start to an era of the unknown.
The grey sky rains.
Images shine.
Something from the past
is still here.
The ripple behind
a sound of the rain.
We are chilled to the bones
not able to cast away the remnants
of the trials we went through,
the trail of the shadows
falling on the murky waters that refuse to flow.
Today, the morning sun is kind.
Let us watch together
the signs of the change;
the lessons we learnt
make the the colors of the future calm and mellow.

Sushama Karnik
31 December 2020

Thanks for the image @Milan Lakić

Milan Lakić

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24 days ago

 Photo album: Арт

Kha Trung was born in the West (Kien Giang) of Vietnam in 1980.

It's The Blue Of Picasso

 t's the blue of Picasso and the season of fall.

Some scanty leaves fallen and floating in the wind,
just enough sign to point to the turn of the mind
when the mind turns in sleep and wakes up
not to let the moment slip
before the guards of the seasons change.

Sushama Karnik 24 Dec. 2020

Thanks for the image and inspiration @Night passage Night passage

Night passage Night passage

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5 days ago

The horse docile, waiting in snow

 The horses docile, waiting in snow,

the carriage ready, the journey slow,
a moment of silence and peace.
The road ahead is hidden in mist.
But the horses and the man in the driver's seat
know how to go in rain and wind and snow.
When everything is arrayed with the priorities right,
O traveler, take your seat, let go of worries, close your eyes,
sink in the morning light,
trust the horses,
and let your heart be merry and light.

Thanks for the image and inspiration @Night passage Night passage

Night passage Night passage

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20 hours ago

All the leaves that slumber

 All the leaves that slumber ,

both below and on the top of the tree
have known the crowning glory, and now know the peace
of lying low,in the warm and cosy shadow of the tree.
Mild sun passes over the swamp and the hil.

I put my hand out to catch the fleeting glow
falling over gardens strangely shaped
by a gardener who knew not how to trim
the rough edges of the wild growth.

All the memories we could never undo,
all the knots we could never untie,
I spot them lying low in the sunlit glow,
in a landscape full of trees and leaves.

November sets the seasons free
and lightens the burden for every tree.
The storms, the rains, the lightnings
the November is here to set us free

Sushama Karnik
13 Nov. 2020

Thanks for the image Souheil Ghammachi

Souheil Ghammachi

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4 days ago

And all the lives we ever lived
and all the lives to be
are full of trees
and changing leaves...

• Virginia Woolf