Dag: 26 november 2020

”My hand is no longer in yours. We met in chapter five of the book of fate. It was a day when water beads glittered on the stones at the beach edge. Golden sun-rays tickled. In the cheating on the window, my shivering finger drew your name. You made my hand and we played game between the lines. The words that were strong flowed. Stayed deep in the tank. One day the frost came and froze the beautiful words to ice. The book had no end but was caught by the wind that brought it to the desolate shepherd. There’s only ice heat left.

Poesi Brigitte Ranniger

”A swarm of insects played in the rays of the sun.  All the grained and the blossoms stretched toward the kind radiant sun. They continued the walk down to the grassy fields toward nearby villages. A proud rooster was guarding his hens bathing in the dry sand. They had a big area to move freely. It was hot and nice in the air. Fishermen were looking for their fish crutch in the small stream that circled between the fields.”

Poesi Brigitte Ranniger

Har tagit en härlig promenad idag i Botaniska trädgården. Märks att solen ligger lågt nu så man får vara försiktig om man kör bil. Bra att jag fått i mig naturlig D-vitamin idag som solen bjuder på. Var en del läten från änder som plaskade i en damm och fåglar som passerade. Vad tänker man egentligen när man tar en sådan härlig promenad? För min del att det bara är gott att njuta av porlande bäckar, vackra träd och att inspireras av det man få inspiration av.