Yearly Archives: 2009

Childhood dreams of yore

Worlds of child­hood dreams, hid­den from us in plain sight, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Child­hood dreams of yore Hid­den amongst for­est’ trees Walk slow to find them © Thorsten Becker

Woodland creatures features – Part 1

Wood­land crea­tures fea­tures – Part 1, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Here now care­fully I approach Tread­ing lightly through tall grass So that I may not encroach May not get too close, tres­pass Upon wood­land crea­tures’ ter­ri­tory Oth­er­wise they may take flight Before I can tell the story Of their motions’ gen­tle stride © Thorsten

Nearby, shadows fly, ravens cry

Close by shad­ows fly, ravens cry, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Let me dream, dream a melan­cholic dream of sweet sad­ness. Serene, this scene, I fall into autumn’s embrace of bare branches and foggy breath. The smell of wet wool sur­rounds me, fibers of my coat stuck on brit­tle twigs as I pass the edge

I shall forever be autumn’s child

I shall for­ever be autumn’s child, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Here it comes, that first chill in the air, that blue mes­sen­ger from the north, the first sil­ver light that fil­ters through fad­ing green. Barely notice­able, summer’s final days have arrived. Softly the trees begin to sing their farewell songs. Autumn’s first breath passes

Warm sheen, summer scene

Warm sheen, sum­mer scene, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Warm sheen, sum­mer scene Spurts of col­ors can be seen Upon lus­cious green © Thorsten Becker

Flightless bird

Flight­less bird, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Flight­less bird Hop­ping through the grass Flight­less bird Hopes to see me pass Flight­less bird Don’t be afraid to spread your wings For summer’s breeze Will carry you with ease Flight­less bird Don’t let the wor­ries of the ground Keep you from fly­ing free, unbound Lis­ten to the

Touched by the evening sun

Touched by the evening sun, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Mem­o­ries of stone Touched by the evening sun Speak “Do not post­pone” © Thorsten Becker