As kids, we’d truly believe the blown seeds of a dandelion would go far to a place where wishes would be granted. And so the summer days would be full of wishes gliding in the air. It used to be a magical time – the lazy summer days to dream and wish and wait for it to come true. Those times, when dandelions were the messengers for wishes…
Dandelion. Monochrome # 004
WISHES
TO FLY in the air To pluck at the stars To have a candy palace Why, nothing seemed bizarre! Wishes wishes, oh so many Blow the dandelion, and ask for any
A HANDFUL of diamonds Prince charming on a stallion Be sought after My charm be my medallion
WISHES wishes, oh so many Blow the dandelion, and ask for any! Not smart but be wise A true friend or a few
BE A kid again, that Innocence like dew Wishes wishes, not too many Blow the dandelion, hoping for an epiphany!
Enroute to Macknac Island, Michigan. Skyscspe # 010. #nofilter
All I Ask Is Heaven Above…
LUMINOUS sapphire skies
Woolgathering in glee
Blowing thinking-clouds
Bubbles of fantasy…
IN amber fairy dust
Blooms n’ buzzing bees
Racing to the horizon
The rolling emerald fields
THIS wanderlust I love
Nothing more I seek
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me…
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Road Trip. 2016. To Mackinac Island. Some iPhone pictures of the road, taken on the road. No filter or enhancing was needed for the stunning blues and greens.
Rolling fields in somewhere in northern Michigan. Skyscape # 011. #nofitler
On reaching the Mackinaw City, we took a ferry to the Mackinac Island all bikes no motor vehicles.
The road in Mackinac Island where only bikes are allowed. Summer 2016.This ‘Lilac Tree Hotel’ by the roadside sporting lilac flower baskets. Mackinac Island.
Ever since I read it the first time in high school, R.L. Stevenson’s The Vagabond stayed with as a beautiful memory appealing my ‘wanderer self’. I LOVE this poem. I cant help but reproduce it here and see if you feel it speak to your soul as it did to mine.
(The above picture shows summer skies of 2016 in Mackinac Island, Michigan. While the island and the waters and the people, all earthbound, were enjoying the the sunshine from down below, a dozen kites took flight and dared for the skies…)
THE waning sun The sky blue still The night to come The heart athrill
THE tree so bare Looks up to the sky The sunset’s glare The darkness nigh
IT’S arms outspread It’s soul inviting A tree beckons With love abiding
BOUNDnotwithstanding Its Spirit free All over, burning The Twilight Tree..
Twilights are one of my favorite times of the day. It is a short time when two worlds merge, creating a third, evanescent one. This poem is dedicated to twilight and the witnessing tree.
The stars of sunshine: a poem of love between the sun and the blue waters of the earth. Celebration of love this Saint Valentine’s Day. (No- too tacky!)
The Sun is back
With all its might
Flying to the earth
At the speed o’ light
The liquid sky trembles
It’d pined all night
One fervent embrace n’
Countless stars of delight!
Sunlight dancing on water…
Yesterday was sunny, although not comfortably warm and a park nearby glowed. The stream reflected the abundant sunlight. I could watch the light dance on the shining blue waters for hours- it was so magical!
These pictures were taken to capture that magic. But could one ever really do that, fully?
"What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered?" -- Annie Dillard
Life according to one of life’s truly gifted naturally born wafflers… an open diary of a Saffer in a different land... life in the greater Dublin & Leinster area. (Blogging since 2011) My quests fuel my dreams… my dreams fuel my quests!!
Madame Zenista 