The night is still
no frog dares raise its voice
no insect hums
no leaf by wind disturbed
no lowing calf or sheep bleat
rends the tranquil air
What portend brings
this night so deep
what dreams may wake
and quicken?
The day at rest
and I at peace
the senses stirring
hushed night's dreaming
My head upon a pillow soft
nestles with eyelids drooping
slips gently by a dream caressed
into an angel's keeping
I roam a landscape often trod
not from this life remembered
in castle tall or by some brook
I move free and unfettered
faces feelings lovers lost
beckon, with smile remembered.
Nice pictures!!!
ReplyDeleteregards and good dreams...
the fist photo is amazing! like from a fairy-tale!
ReplyDeleteHi Arija! These are fairytale pictures matching the dreamlike poem! Is it yours? Or Shakespeares? Have a great weekend.
ReplyDeleteArija: Beautifully written and posted.
ReplyDeleteI really love the first photo in particular, Arija. The poem is really atmospheric and goes so well with the pictures. We have nights like this here in Giraffe World too.
ReplyDeleteThose are beautiful photographs and I also love the poem.
ReplyDeleteArija, you are a poet for nature.
ReplyDeleteHello Arija. Your post today is stunning. I really like the sun rays.
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Nature speaks to the soul with visions not often seen until one looks deeply into self.
ReplyDeleteAmazing and beautiful photo and poetry. Thank you for sharing with us.
The previous photos of the morning sun rise were spectacular.
Beautiful words! Gorgeous captures!
ReplyDeleteLove that first shot!
Enjoy your weekend!
Cat
Nice photo with the sunbeams lightening up the path.. :) And a very nice poem :)
ReplyDeleteWow, Arija, what stunning photos and your poetry is AMAZING. Thanks for sharing a beautiful post. (((Hugs)))
ReplyDeleteThat first photo is so mesmerizing,.. draws me right into it.
ReplyDeleteArija your photos are beautiful.
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Thank you for your caring comments.
Love Renee xoxo
That's a gorgeous poem and a wonderful photo.
ReplyDeleteMy dear Arija! I am so tempted to keep you all to myself! Your poem is so beautiful and I think I see a landscape that screams my name!
ReplyDeleteHow are you today beloved friend and teacher?
Thanks Arija for the comments! Yes, Chambord was not furnished that's why I had no indoor shots. The other one, Cheverny, is still inhabited by the marquis, who lately presented a TV documentary on Cheverny, according to miss Yves. I am sorry that I can't see it for I can't receive French TV.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem for a lovely night!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and great photos to go with it. I love that first photo. It does look like it camae straight out of a fairy tale.
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. You must have really enjoyed your walk with the sun shining through the trees like that.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful! You see...you can still fly after all, my dear :)
ReplyDeletewow!enchanted poetry.....we thinking same2same.........good arija.keep it up.......
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