Waking Nature


The morning chased a taxi

As it drove on the no man’s land between night and day

The skylight with a whisper of summer

The snow melted quietly from the trees.

The wintry art of nature

Gave way to the next.

The early ones pushed their heads from under their covers

Under which they had slept many moons.

They greeted their friends

The waking trees

Who were putting on their green clothes.

It was time for celebration

Satyrs and forest maidens

Danced under the tree shadows.


 

Run Away From Bees

republished


Something cold and warm

Will do us a lot of harm

I wish we could see what it is

But let’s not run away from bees.

 

Flowers smile to us now

Can you see the meadow, cow?

Never mind you what are these

But let’s not run away from bees.

 

The sun rises over the summer breeze

And we gallop with happiness and ease

Over the meadow and creek on our knees

Let’s not run away from those bees.

 

High on the oak tree

I could climb and see

You and me, eventually

Would run away from bees.


Under the Apple Tree

Trickling over the bark near breath

Lambency of the chafe sun

Gently moving its silken fingers

Over a resting face

 

Shadowy branches

Rest lightly above me

Cool and calm

Like a spring breeze

 

Rough and uneven

As the world is

Wood under me

Supporting my weight

 

Fragrance of lupines and lilacs

Air full of green and colourful smells

I could lay here forever

With the birds singing in my ears

 

I hear the apple tree leaves

Whispering to each other

As the wind plays through them

Like mother earth combing her hair

 

I hear the voices of the birds

Speaking of nesting and resting

Bustling of bees in the flowers

Apple blossoms flirting with their buzzing wings

 

All is perfect and calm

On this ample summer day

Perfect as a button

Topped with a book and the sea

25 May 2013: Welcoming the Summer

Today is the beginning of summer to me. We had our first outside lunch today. It is not the warmest day of May, earlier days, even yesterday were kinder in that regard, but a windy lunch on the patio is just so Finland.

We ate grilled sausages, hamburgers and a greek salad washed down with milk and water. That is what spells a true summer to me: a family luncheon were mother prepares chicken, sausages and sometimes vegetables on the grill while we eat as an appetizer a salad of tomato, feta cheese, carrots, cooked peas and lettuce that we sauce sometimes with aceto balsamico di Modena, the favoures salad dressing of my family. Most of our meals in the summer are vegetarian, the same salad even for two meals sometimes a day. But I do not mind, because the salad is such that one never tires of its fresh taste.
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This Is Where I Grew

Yellow walls
And green hangings
Blue bed spread
Oak dwellings
That is what I see when I look around me
It is not where I wish to be

My dream is a home full of light
Matte colours of brown, black and white
With specks of colour forest green and gold
I like dark colours
Brooding and bold

I say goodbye to the cheeriness of my home room
For at the end of this year
I will be gone

Run Away From Bees

Something cold and warm
Will do us a lot of harm
I wish we could see what it is
But let’s not run away from bees.

Flowers smile to us now
Can you see the meadow, cow?
Never mind you what are these
But let’s not run away from bees.

The sun rises over the summer breeze
And we gallop with happiness and ease
Over the meadow and creek on our knees
Let’s not run away from those bees.

High on the oak tree
I could climb and see
You and me, eventually
Would run away from bees.

Under the Apple Tree

Trickling over the bark near breath
Lambency of the chafe sun
Gently moving its silken fingers
Over a resting face

Shadowy branches
Rest lightly above me
Cool and calm
Like a spring breeze

Rough and uneven
As the world is
Wood under me
Supporting my weight

Fragrance of lupins and lilacs
Air full of green and colourful smells
I could lay here forever
With the birds singing in my ears

I hear the apple tree leaves
Whispering to each other
As the wind plays through them
Like mother earth combing her hair

I hear the voices of the birds
Speaking of nesting and resting
Bustling of bees in the flowers
Apple blossoms flirting with their buzzing wings

All is perfect and calm
On this ample summer day
Perfect as a button
Topped with a book and the sea

25 May 2013: Welcoming the Summer

Today is the beginning of summer to me. We had our first outside lunch today. It is not the warmest day of May, earlier days, even yesterday were kinder in that regard, but a windy lunch on the patio is just so Finland.

We ate grilled sausages, hamburgers and a greek salad washed down with milk and water. That is what spells a true summer to me: a family luncheon were mother prepares chicken, sausages and sometimes vegetables on the grill while we eat as an appetizer a salad of tomato, feta cheese, carrots, cooked peas and lettuce that we sauce sometimes with aceto balsamico di Modena, the favoures salad dressing of my family. Most of our meals in the summer are vegetarian, the same salad even for two meals sometimes a day. But I do not mind, because the salad is such that one never tires of its fresh taste.

I am glad to once again welcome summer to Finland.

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