I wish I could
make new pictures
make new memories
I wish I could
hear a brand new clever pun
hear a loud laughter anew
I wish I could
see fingers over ebony and ivory
see fingers over guitar frets
I wish I could
turn time right back
turn things on track
I wish I could
To my youngest son. He should have turned 24 today. Forever missed.
room with a view
windowless and not new
dry grass and pointy sticks
all there is to offer my chicks
placed it safe on a shelf
homemade all by myself
on a welcome I could rely
till the day you learned to fly
Time fly, tomorrow is just now. Ha de Gött!
little creek water freezes on the beach
the sun lets its scarce winter rays
cast a mild red and orange light
behind the frost white cliffs
illuminates hill south side
with a promise of warmer days
as the cold frost
hammers down from north
It takes many seasons to be seasoned, ha de Gött
Alder trees leaning over the cold water. Or are they trying to hang on? Enningdalselva, Norway.
Lean on, but don’t lean to heavy. Ha de Gött!
Today was all about fast flowing water after a week with heavy rain and melting snow. I took a tour into Norway and the river Berbyelva. There was snow left on the river bank making it slippery. Dense vegetation so it was a bit of challenge to get clear shots. After walking in the still deep snow I found a spot to get some good shots playing with shutter speed.
Better to move safe than gracefully, ha de Gött!
dressed in white
waiting for spring
for a kiss of green
The one who plant a tree has never lived in vain, ha de Gött!
Little lonely shed
backlit and red
on a cliff in the cold
what stories has been told
over fireplace glowing bed
True or false, a story is a story best told. Ha de Gött!
The river ferry arrives, Göteborg Sweden.
Got to rush, ha de Gött!
childhood memories in a vivid blur
strong emotions creep up on you
what went down but not the end
gnawing in your chest with unease
an arrow cleaves your dream
in an endless corridor of slamming doors
wake you up in cold wet sweat
twilight zone between now and then
Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!
I struck gold!
The proof that Mother Nature rewards patience, and proper clothing. It was a cloudy and ice cold day but still not complete overcast. With promising rifts of light I set out in the cold hoping for some magic light. As the sun was setting it suddenly lit up the red granite cliff, for just a few minutes.
I struck gold!
All that glitters is not gold, ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 