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Midspring

Yesterday I encountered the most beautiful magnolia. It looked unreal.

I once wrote that, when looking at the magnolia flowers, I understand why in fairytales, the princess asks for a twig with flowers… in midwinter.
Now, in midspring, they are surely flawless.

In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music

Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.

Then, by the end of morning,
he’s gone, nothing but silence
out of the tree
where he rested for a night.
And this I find acceptable.
Not enough is a poor life.
But too much is, well, too much.
Imagine Verdi or Mahler
every day, all day.
It would exhaust anyone.”
― Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

Stanley Spencer

A more poetical “Less is more”. The poetry of music is undermined by its continuity…
The song of the thrush is perfect, mysterious, and atoning for all the sadness and grimness of winter…
In my culture there is an old saying “miracles last for two days”. Banality cuts deep also into the birds’ song not just into a fabrication of people that is classical music.
Spring is the Renaissance age of the entire year when the marvels of the new earth dictates the rhythm of life.

Song of Spring

From the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Spring is a princess
without voice
only fingers
to mix colors
in the rainbows.

She’s got a vessel
for the softest fragrance
pressed in archives
in the Library of Scent…
There are plums
the cherries
and the blooms of vines
escalating
on the earth’s shelves…

Anyone who writes down
to Spring
is simply wasting
a leaf of scent.

No one is ever so poor
as not to write up
music
to all the shades of Spring
and to the dancing stars
to give a gift
of chaos…

© Iulia Halatz

She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

Happy Mărțișor everyone!

Today is a day of joy and celebration for all Romanians.

We celebrate the first day of Spring and consequently, we, the beautiful Romanian women, wear the Spring over and in our hearts aided by a small symbol (mărțișor).

La mulți ani!
May your Spring be beautiful
and your hearts be the bearers of flowers and good wishes!

Love

“Love is just a trick…”
If so, it works. Love made me cycle in the cold to visit the beautiful trees of Spring.

Out of love for Spring and Vincent:

 

Return of Spring

Spring is where my heart is…

Pictures of all my blooming trees and the yellow fire of folstitia:

 

A beautiful spring!

When you catch a dream, you run after another in continuation of the first.

For you, Spring has built so much Love as to fill the sky with blue and the gardens with happy green.

I bid you to live the new days to the full and catch all your dreams in the most beautiful spring of your life!

 

 

'The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies', by Beatrix Potter.

 

Art – ‘The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies’, by Beatrix Potter (1909).