Up the arduous sky
The wind made powder
of tinted clouds
Whose dreams of winter
endure too long
in the realm.
Cold has gone cool
with wings of white doves
beating
the thin brisk air
to keep the snowdust
at bay.
© Iulia Halatz
Art — Phillip Koch. Source — Pinterest
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What is your why?
We all have a secret engine. It may be the fire in our hearts lit by a wondrous smile, or the sparkle of a new day, the uneasy warmth of doing something new, the hope of achieving something we only dreamed about, or just finishing a project, a new venture.
Why do you get up in the morning? To start all over, to rewind, to redo and to make it better. Time is what we really own. Time is what we really have to define Better. Time shapeshifts in what we make of it and in the colors of our feelings.
A Romanian folk tale tells the story of a brave king, one eye smiling and the other crying. We keep on doing the daily grind, one eye crying, and one eye laughing at the Why in our hearts. Our Why is the craving for doing something we and others will love.
Success is not something handed to us. But we can hand ourselves a bit of happiness at forgetting our daily pet peeves and shaping the time in something lovable. Love but attracts other types of love.
“I want no vacation – no surcease from my labors. If people would select a life work compatible with their temperaments, the sum total of happiness would be immeasurably increased in the world.” – Nikola Tesla
Spring is the season of goodwill. I contribute to the sum total of happiness with my (other) work of being the follower of seasons and the keeper of springs. For I have never found a love that pure as in the tree flowers whose scent quietly clings like stardust to the early twilights of March.
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Art by Blenda Tyvoll.
As always, I am humbled to be a Medium writer:
You are the mellow vines
ripe at the touch of Autumn.
You are a blue alphabet
falling from the sky…
You are the amber leaves
lured in the sleep of Winter.
You are the macadamized trance
of flowers
when Spring is climbing up the trees.
If you are not the fragrant moon
to bread stars from shimmering flour
You are the color of fire
that burns in everything you see.
© Iulia Halatz
https://medium.com/blueinsight/gentle-giant-1f3affedddeb
As always, I am humbled to be a Medium writer:
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Our Blog Novel tab subdivided for specific writers personalized individual sections now hosts the following sub-sections:
a) Iron Tales by Iulia Halatz
b) Happiness is Here by Agnes Louis
c) Taste For Change: The Girl, The Snake And The One Who Returned by KenWritesWrites
d) Inkling Whispers by Francine Fallara
e) The Perfect Match by Øivind H. Solheim
f) The Triple Rising by Lynda Coker
g) Creative Nonfiction by Victoria Ponte
h) Igwyncymru Insights by B. A. Cumberlidge.
i) Nomadic Sparkles by Sikder Diamond
j) The Other One — The Woman in Berjaflot Road by Øivind H. Solheim
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