...das Geheimnisvolle finden, dem nachspüren, ertasten mit Bild und Wort, was unsere Welt ausmacht...
Come join me! :)I love this, Gabriele.~Kay
Dear Tracy, yes, I will....In my youth there were always people in the woods, mostly old women searching for something: herbes, mushrooms, roots, berries... nowadays I will meet a jogger with earphones or a biker with distorted features climbing uphill along bumpy paths...Now... perhaps I should go there to make somebody write a similar poem when he thinks of me looking back... Gabriele
We have a woods down the street. My husband and I love to walk the paths. We aren't allowed to forage, but I smell, look, and touch the bark of the old trees. It is a peaceful place. A renewing time.I haggle for timespent alone with the stream--speaking to treeswith their soft mossy wordsa bewitching hour
...Oh, Kay, much too late I noticed that you sent me one of your most lovey poems. This is a wonderful present. Thank you so much!!! Best wishesgabriele