If you come as softly
As wind within the trees
You may hear what I hear
See what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly
As threading dew
I will take you gladly
Nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me
Silent as a breath
Only those who stay dead
Shall remember death.

And if you come I will be silent
Nor speak harsh words to you.
I will not ask you why, now.
Or how, or what you do.

We shall sit here, softly
Beneath two different years
And the rich earth between us
Shall drink our tears.

~ Audre Lorde 

(by cookie_crumbles)

I’m just a little black rain cloud
Hovering under the honey tree
I’m only a little black rain cloud
Pay no attention to little me
Everyone knows that a rain cloud
Never eats honey, no, not a nip
I’m just floating around over the ground
Wondering where I will drip

~ Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree

 (by cookie_crumbles)

It’s spring fever.
That is what the name of it is.
And when you’ve got it, you want - oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

~Mark Twain

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Hey people,

I’m back from holiday… almost color blind.. ha ha! :) (by cookie_crumbles)

panorama: range of Nilgiris. Sunday’s outing. handheld camera. multi-shots joined later. (via cookie_crumbles)

…writing on the clouds? (via cookie_crumbles)