The Elder Tree – set to music
Elder trees are magical trees, protective guardians and sometimes portals to the otherworld. I had one in my garden until recently – it was a beautiful tree.
Elder trees are magical trees, protective guardians and sometimes portals to the otherworld. I had one in my garden until recently – it was a beautiful tree.
Summer is moving on, the nights are getting longer again – and we have set our old poem “Tuvstarr and Skutt” to music.
Recently, there have been fewer new poems because I have been more concerned with colors and melodies, even if they were mostly not my own. But here are a few new lyrical reflections.
Once I had to deal with some deplorable people who thought hope was a gift from Pandora, a harmful poison. That’s a truly outlandish view. It bewilders me how one can live with such an attitude.
I am standing on top of my small little isle, my world‘s holy circle, so tiny and fine. And the moon rises high once more on the wide starlit sky, that precious one, and I say […]
For many, the obvious only becomes visible when someone puts it into words, condenses it in sentences – and that is why poems are still important today.
Greeting from the Fairy Domain. Today there are some new poems…
Last but not least: One more Poem for 2021…
There are things between heaven and earth, that are not yours. And they cannot be banished with knowledge or power, for they all must follow the sun’s preordained course…
Times are changing, not entirely unpredictable events are progressing. This does not mean that one could not have directed them better – if one had wanted to …
I’ve always struggled with my gift for predicting what will happen when you can rarely change anything with it anyway. For providence works in the decisions of people, there is no fate that can be averted….
To him who has shall be given. But what you have can also be taken away. And you can also lose what you have if you don’t respect it or disregard it, the beautiful nature of […]
Nothing lasts forever, so summer must end, but the time between summer and winter, autumn, has some colored moments.
There are losses in life that you survive, but not quite – something will always be missing, shadows remain, fine cracks. And though much time passes, it will never heal.
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