When the light slowly softens to blond,
And time is born from the scents of spring,
When every wing-beat becomes a song,
When I’m a silly, light breath of wind.
Mandulavirágzás
Amikor festménnyé szelídül a fény,
És idővé tágulnak az illatok,
Amikor dallá lesz minden szárnycsapás,
Amikor bolondos, könnyű szél vagyok.
Skywatch Friday
The unspeakable joy of spring!
ReplyDeleteWonderful photos... *sighs of admiration and envy* :)
Hugs for your week!
Thank you so much, Sara! I hope spring will soon arrive to you too. :) Hugs! ♥
DeleteSuch pretty blossoms...And so love the beautiful little poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words!
DeleteBeautiful!
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DeleteGorgeous shots.
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DeleteIt is lovely fragrance coming from your pictures. Wonderful captures.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Klara! :-)
DeleteWonderful sky with blossoms! And I like your dog!
ReplyDeleteHappy spring greetings, Jule
Thank you so much, Jule! Have a delightful Sunday!
Deleteyou bloomed the sky my dear!
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem ,loved it so much!
Thank you so much for your kind words! ♥
DeleteI think that being silly from spring is the best kind of silly
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely! :-)
DeleteNice rhyme and meter. That is the first time I've seen almond blossoms.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm glad you liked it. The almond-trees blossom first here in early spring. :-)
DeleteBeautiful ode to spring ~ Love your pictures too ~
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Grace! :-)
DeletePity those in tropical climes can never know the joy of Spring ... the joy that never fails to make one want to dance with the magnificence of it all.
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