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Spring.......
Enchanting, wonderful spring
One
sees him, one hears him
but one can especially smell
when he, like Hermes, roams swiflty
through hedges and trees.
No other season emits such sweet scents.
Everyone
who internalizes nature with an open heart and awakened eyes
is now overcome by a mysterious restlessness.
Look....look at the daffodils....
Lights of spring
they inspire poets, enlighten the
life of their followers and cast winter out of the gardens.
If one were to concede facial expressions to plants
cyclam(?) blossoms would be the wink of a young girl.
* a flower grew there, where Narcissus
died *
such ends Ovid's Methamorphosis of the selfcentered young man........
and such begins the story of daffodils.
Their scent beguiles and they resemble Narcissus........
whose beauty almost made the nymphs faint.
How
tempting spring
is
so fresh and clear the colors
and scents to fall in love
in no other season is nature more stimulating,
are our senses more awakened than now.
There...
can you see that garden?
you can find all the blue in the world right there
blue, the flowers of romantic poets and restless hikers
the color of longing, faithfulness and good luck.
Heaven
on earth not only blossoms in blue flowers
but also in the colors of the sun, moon and stars
the entire, long awaited spring blossoms in the color yellow
yellow and gold, light and shine are sisters
as every field of tulips shows most impressively.
But
all that sinks, fades
you spot all the new roses.
Roses and romantics
have a special intimate relationship
ever since poetry came into this world
no other flower has been so sensitive
unapproachable and seductive at once.....
an eternal mystery....
the elixir every romantic reaches for.
Mostly
we like to remember the little things
but how nice it is
to carry the scent of spring around all year
through a long hot summer
a flaming fall and a serene cold winter.
Don't
we live for the moment
when we admire the magnificence of moonlight ....
of snow, of cherry blossoms and the sun?
..The
blue ribbon of spring
is in the air....
as in Moerike's poem... do we experience with all senses
the warmth, the scent, the birdsong.
How
nice is a nostalgic afternoon under white lilac,
how uplifting to notice
bees buzzing around you
butterflies wobbeling from flower to flower
and birds diligently building their nests
A
thought goes through my head
I only live once.........
and who knows for how long......
that's why I want to experience every day
and be open .....
like all these beautiful flowers surrounding me.
The
thought of losing all this
makes me feel a lump in my throat
.......Spring........
ever, ever returning renewing
how wonderful it is to experience you
spring 1998,elfie
to summer
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