“THE BREATHING” by Denise Levertov
An absolute
patience.
Trees stand
up to their knees in
fog. The fog
slowly flows
uphill.
White
cobwebs, the grass
leaning where deer
have looked for apples.
The woods
from brook to where
the top of the hill looks
over the fog, send up
not one bird.
So absolute, it is
no other than
happiness itself, a breathing
too quiet to hear.
Me walking in Zurich along statues of deer by an amazing artist Bruno Weber
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Aah. Thanks for these lovely goose bumps.
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Any time. ❤
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Beautiful words Monika, “Trees stand up to their knees in fog.” – wonderful. The image says it all. Enjoy Zurich. Are you going to be visiting Jung’s home?
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Thank you, Don. I actually live here. 🙂
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Lol – you do? Don’t I look the arse. 🙂
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Haha, not in the slightest.
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So lovely Monika!
Fog is a sort of weather twilight, yes? One of the things I do enjoy about living in the Pacific NW is the persistence of some foggy days. The gray lingering suits the cold rain and winter solstice mood.
Hugs,
Debra
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Fog is my favorite kind of weather by far, Debra. This was a particularly charming evening.
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Reblogged this on lampmagician and commented:
It fits now in the time!
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A breathing. I had not thought of it in this way. Lovely, Monika.
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Thank you, Eric. I am always thrilled to see a comment from you.
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lovely words and photo
very Nep-tunian
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The Sun was on my Neptune around the time when the walk happened, so you are right on, Linda.
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A great post, and a nice pic, Monika.
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Thank you very much for the compliment 🙂
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