Come, take my hand,
I’ll walk you into
this sweet silence –
this sweet silence –
to taste it, you only have
to smell the sun,
to drink the air,
to drink the air,
to see the warmth...
Don’t worry,
these wooden planks have
these wooden planks have
just the right amount
of... creakiness
of... creakiness
to bring another stirring
to our souls.
to our souls.
We cannot
disturb this peace.
disturb this peace.
Eternity breathes
Here.
Here.
16 comments:
Vesper, what a delightful side trip into the marsh! I love the little turtles sunning themselves, and the tiny frog.
The last two lines made me go "ohhhhhh..."
xo
FB
I used live by swampland growing up in Buffalo. Thanks for the trip back. :)
the place you've shared looks so peaceful. hope all is well.
Wow, where is this? Looks like it could be down here in our backyard.
What a great post V. So tranquil and peaceful, looking at each photo. Thanks for sharing.
Hugs friend, G
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Invigorating pictorial. I remember how a marsh smells. You can smell the heat, humidity, and darkness even in the light.
Beautiful place. I'd love to spend time there.
an amazingly peaceful and exotic-looking place - but it must be swarming with mosquitos...
love it, thx v! :)
jason, we could have crossed paths, i grew up in welland!
Now I'm hungry for turtle soup and frog legs.
Fireblossom, I’m glad you came along... Thank you!
xoxoxo
My pleasure, Jason! :-)
It is very peaceful. Thank you, Naquillity, and you too!
Charles, it’s in a natural park on Ile Bizard, an island next to the Island of Montreal. It’s very close to where I live and I love going there every year.
Thanks, Geraldine! I’m glad you liked it.
*hugs*
Bernard, surprisingly this wasn’t humid at all. It was fresh, despite a very hot day.
Karen, yes... I love water so much... I would like to just sit there, listen to the frogs, and write...
SzélsőFa, strangely (and luckily) no mosquitoes...
Thank you, LW!!!
Travis, as glad as I am to see you here... I must tell you that I’m a vegetarian... so, don’t touch my turtles and my frogs! ;-) :-) :-) :-)
Gorgeous photos and words. A marsh is a special place, where nature's treasures encamp. Thank you for the lovely time here.
Kaye, thank you for visiting my marsh... and for your lovely words. You are entirely right.
Great pics and words.
Also, thanks for your comment on my blog. I am finally feeling a bit better.
Paul
...to smell the sun, to drink the air...
I loved it :D
Thank you so much, Paul and Akasha! :-) :-) :-)
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