“Behind every summer is a fall just waiting to happen.” ― Aaron Dries, The Fallen Boys
sclipire din soare, petale și stea
de toamnă, senin
și splendoare
noiembrie verde, culoare și cald
din raze împletite
cu floare
soft glimmer of sun rays, a petal, a star of autumn, serene and sweet hours November in green, deep color and warmth calm shimmer interwoven with flowers
din zâmbet de frunze și nuanțe surâs
transpare tablou,
sărbătoare,
iar zilele toate cu nuri aurii
pulsează
a îmbrățișare
from smiles of leaves and bright tender hues skies in a kiss full of grace, and days in a row with silk golden threads
give off a loving
embrace
“Only when we pay attention and notice small moments, do we make the connections that lead to a change in our perspective.” ― Andrea Goeglein
Fluturaș drăgălaș identificat minunat (noroc înnaripat, ce mai!), pe niște petale mov superbe… o combinație de raze săgeți, puțin crețe pe alocuri.
Aterizare precisă în vârf de petală și… bucurie mare, în plin soare de august, da!
🙂
Cute tiny butterfly noticed by lucky me (winged luck, what can I say!), on a splendid purple flower.. a swirl of petal rays like swords, a bit curly here and there.
Safe accurate landing on the tip of a petal, and… big joy, this small creature in full August sun, yes!
Și traseul parcurs de creatura mică dar minune… adevărată plimbare sărbătoare pe covor de polen. Un galben fabulos… am putut eu oare să-mi desprind privirea? Aparatul? Nu.
And the route taken by it… a truly happy walk along and across a carpet of fluffy pollen. Fabulous yellow… was I able to tear myself away from the whole scene slowly unfolding under my eyes? Camera? No.
Nu m-am putut opri din click pe fiecare mișcare miniatural fluturească pănă nu l-a scuturat o adiere mai hotărâtă. Nostim și cald să-l urmărești foind harnic, sau înfometat, sau… amândouă, concentrat în strălucirea aceea galben pufos… și probabil gustos.
I couldn’t stop clicking for each tiny cute butterfly miniature maneuver at all, ai least not until a kind of a more determined breeze shook its wings away. Funny and warm, to follow its peaceful fret down there, hardworking, or taking its lunch, or… both, engrossed in that savory yellow delight.
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Următoarele două fotografii nu sunt deloc editate, lăsate exact așa cum le-a prins aparatul atunci.
Prima, pornit să traverseze minuscul pufoșenia aurie…
The next two photos are not edited at all, just as they were taken then only resized a bit for here.
The first, setting off on its little trip over the goldenpollen splendor…
…și a doua, ajuns la un fel de capăt.
…and then, having reached the other side of it.
Iar aceasta a fost chiar prima fotografie, imediat de l-am observat. Cu telefonul.
🙂
And this was the very first take, as soon as I noticed it. Taken with my phone.
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” ― Marcel Proust
August întâi… și cuvintele s-au repezit să mi se-așeze în mult „g”, în engleză. Fir de borangic, i-am spus, pentru că înșiruirea a fluturat ca mătasea luată de briză. Iar eu a trebuit să-i urmăresc zborul.
A început dintr-o dată, cu gândul fulguind printre… good, great, gorgeous, grateful, graceful... apoi girl, guy… glance, glimpse,gaze… gnomes, goblins, genies… După care, garden. grass, gladiolus, geraniums… și tot așa… tobogan. După care mi-am spus, aici pare a fi ceva, nu glumă! 😊 Gândul a prins grai, și începând să scriu, s-a depănat grațios, firul mătăsos. Să fi tradus, aș fi obținut o cu totul altă poveste, bineînțeles. Și nu neapărat în „g”.
Cât despre videoclipuri, și-au găsit drum și ele, 😳 cumva grozav în lumea asta micuță a youtube-ului. Un Golden Retriever visător ascultându-și stăpânul gâdilind chitara/ ghitara în lumina minunat aurie (golden) …iar apoi Ellie Goulding, Goodness Gracious. Ei bine, asta a fost jucăria. Hm, ghidușia! 🙂
Un august plăcut, vă doresc!
August 1st… and the words hurried to arrange themselves in much „g”. Gossamer, I called it, as it fluttered like a soft silky thread in the breeze, all day yesterday. And I just had to follow its flight.
It all started suddenly, with my thoughts ambling… good, great, gorgeous, grateful, graceful… and then girl, guy… glance, glimpse, gaze… gnomes, goblins, genies… After which, garden, grass, geraniums… so on and so forth, sliding cheerfully. So I thought to myself… hm, there seems to be something there, really! And starting to write, it all unfolded smoothly, the gossamer thread.
As for the videos, they found their way too, somehow great, in the small youtube world these days. 😊
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In case you haven’t noticed the “g” in everything,
I dare you to gather
and guess…
the “g” is king!
And if you can’t see clearly its glitter, glint or glow
just catch a glimpse around..
in words and things
galore
It glides through gleeful gardens,
beguiling smooth glimmer,
far galaxies it grapples
to grasp the stars’ soft shimmer
It giggles everywhere,
it grins at goblins’ glances
at genies, gnomes it gazes
with goddesses it dances
It’s good and grand, still goofy
and generous, genteel
it plays no games, no gimmick,
though gadgets are its deal
Wise widgets, giddy granting
glad guests and ghastly ghosts,
it puts sunglasses on
and glares at the hosts
Sweet gestures or glum grimace,
or grumpy, guilty, greedy
astounding guts and grit
to get the nitty gritty
In genes, in germs, in gossip,
or grief and grudge and gloom,
a “g” conjures a gallery
and still allowing room
Geraniums on window sills,
grafitti walls, ingenious,
imagining their dialogue…
the gibberish of genius
A garland of sweet magic,
geometry of gems
or gear, guns, grim tragic
with bitter grinding stems
A garnish of sharp ginger
to give day’s groove its glaze,
it grows and gently grips
the gift and gain of grace
The grass and gusts of wind are greeted in a gala,
the golden glitz and glamour,
gigantic gods
and Gaia
Its gravity… a guide, the angels’ gate and guard,
the gospel, grail and gratitude
and glory…
deeply gnarled
Wonderful guitar, and so very cute Golden Retriever (called Maple). I just love the reflection of the trees in the guitar’s shiny surface, simply genial disposition in this video!! 😊
Și un pic de aromă de scorțișoară… printre bomboane culoare și joc, toate asortate în litera „o.”
Also adding here that bit of… cinnamon flavor to my photo – poem post, ok? 😊
A cinnamon moment… going round and round through a colorful assortment of bonbon frolic too…
…somehow lost and found by me today?! 🙂
Lost because I first took the photos having forgotten the camera on a wrong setting for the lighting indoors, and found… obviously, because I had to take the same photos once again. 😊😊
Un sfârșit de săptămână și… început de iarnă frumos și savuros!
😊
Wishing you all… savory nows, these days, first winter or summer days too!
“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue,
one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper
shades of night.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
the Sun and the Moon
looking down
o’er the world wing their crown
vaulting over star dew, serene
over wide blue never seen
across pure to azure, they dwell in deep-seated harmony
thoughts gliding from Pluto to nigh sailing Mercury
the Sun shines over the day and the Moon,
gazing down
the moon shines over the night
misty crown
the golden secret of two
over a blue me and you
for here, on Earth, you and I
bearing within us the sky
we dance away beneath whispering stars
trying to reach beyond rails and bars
