04 June 2017

Dandelion-Moon

Beyond the town,
where the canola-fields
merge into the sky,
on that turquoise
meadow, the Moon
was a huge, white
dandelion.
Suddenly, a light
breeze arrived:
pale-little moon-fluffs
flew all around,
and thousands of tiny
moon-flowers grew out
from the ground.
I gathered a bouquet
of them - dream-scented -
and now, I'm drying it
carefully on the loft,
so their bright-yellow lights
will remain for the dark,
long winter nights.


























Pitypang volt a Hold

A városon túl
a végtelent figyeltem.
Ahol két párhuzamos összeér.
Magasfeszültségű drótok...
Mögöttük a repceföld és az ég
egymásba mosódott,
s a türkiz színű réten
hatalmas pitypang volt
a délutáni Hold.
Egy könnyű szellő
jött hirtelen:
sápadt kis holdpihék
szálltak szerteszét,
s a földből kihajtott sok száz
parányi holdvirág.
Szedtem belőlük
egy maroknyi csokrot,
álomillatút,
és most a padláson
szárítom vigyázva:
repcesárga fénye
megmaradjon
a sötét éjszakákra.
































































































































8 comments:

  1. Wonderful shots and words. I like that first shot - very creative!

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  2. Wonderful series of photos and a brilliant poem, dearest Edit.
    The area where you live looks very beautiful.
    Thank you, as always, for your thoughtful comment. Our cat died many, many years ago and I still dream of him sometimes. When he died, we decided we wouldn't have a cat after him. One of our more spiritual relatives said he wasn't a cat, he was a soul. :)
    Have a lovely new week, filled with flowers! ♥

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    1. Thank you, dear Sara! I had a cat too... I can totally understand that you didn't want another one... ♥

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  3. Ah..
    How beautifully you painted with your glorious words "the rise of .dandelion moon )!!!
    Loved it !
    Photos go brilliantly well with description

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  4. Beautiful series of shots

    Mollyx

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