Softer than cotton-grass swaying in the wind
deep in the mountain clearing,
are the memories that drift through a man’s own mind
a pale, wind-swept evening.
~ Olav Aukrust
(The Northern Light)
soft memories drifting
Softer than cotton-grass swaying in the wind
deep in the mountain clearing,
are the memories that drift through a man’s own mind
a pale, wind-swept evening.
~ Olav Aukrust
(The Northern Light)
Hi Barbara,
A lovely poem, and a very nice picture.
Thank you, Magsx2! I don’t think I’ve ever seen cotton-grass before…
Great photo. I don’t know how you see that and not want to roll in it.
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And fall asleep in it after rolling in it!
Ohhhhh, that is such a tranquil photograph.
Puffy, soft, sweet tranquility…
Soft memories drifting are precious memories, indeed.
Yes, so precious and cherished…
It would be lovely to lull about there and lay face up to the sky. Very inviting indeed. We need more green space instead of less.
Can you imagine the cloud watching? I think it would seem like lying in a cloud to watch the clouds. Makes me want to go visit the Arctic tundra regions in Alaska…
Lately I’m thinking condo and urban living can be green options and also help save our remaining green spaces…
This is so lovely. I want to step into the scene…
Me, too…
I’ve also never seen cotton grass before. Beautiful picture and lovely poem.
Thank you! 🙂