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Another video of yesterday’s dawn.

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Chateau de Gudanes Inst @alexnoiret

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The only gardening I managed to do this year - a bouquet of carrots! 🥕🥕🥕

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another world - Ludwigshafen am Rhein, Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany on Flickr.

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Boy sleeping on a grave, 1803, Caspar David Friedrich

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gets personally offended when someone refers to rain as “bad weather”

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sweet peas

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favourite poems about the forest?

edward thomas, “lights out”: i must enter, and leave, alone, / i know not how.

gabriele d’annunzio, “the rain in the pinewood”: rain falls on your black eyelashes / so that you seem to weep / but from pleasure

evie shockley, “where you are planted”: we settle into still pools of humidity, moss- / dark, beneath live oaks

amy gerstler, “bon courage”: a forest appears / to a young girl one morning as she combs / the dreams out of   her hair. 

richard levine, “in a blue wood”: the faceless couple in van gogh’s blue wood, is walking / where there is no path

siegfried sassoon, “dream-forest”: where sunshine flecks the green, / through towering woods my way / goes winding all the day.

robert frost, “stopping by woods on a snowy evening”: and miles to go before I sleep, / and miles to go before I sleep.

mary oliver, “sleeping in the forest” and “black oaks”: and you can’t keep me from the woods, from the tonnage / of their shoulders, and their shining green hair.

john keats, “ode to psyche”: far, far around shall those dark-cluster’d trees / fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep

r.s. thomas, “forest dwellers”: who called them forth to walk / in the green light, their thoughts / on darkness? 

léonie adams, “recollection of the wood”: toward that caress of the boughs a summer’s night / illimitable in fragrance and in sound.

gabriela mistral, “pine forest”: the night watches over its creatures, / except for the pine trees that never change.

kenneth rexroth, “falling leaves and early snow”: between the black pines lie narrow bands of moonlight, / glimmering with floating snow.

william carlos williams, “epitaph”

h.d., “the helmsman”: we forgot—we worshipped, / we parted green from green

cole swensen, “five landscapes”: the trees are half air. they fissure the sky;

pablo neruda, “lost in the forest”: wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig / sang under my tongue

atsuro riley, “thicket”: for darkling green; / for thorn-surround.

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© Guinevere Von Sneedon

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Library of Rolduc, Netherlands

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