Poetry: “Nature’s magic”

Today’s “Walpurgisnacht”, or “Valborg” as we call it in Sweden. It’s associated with a number of things, like witches, mischief and also the arrival of spring. I thought it appropriate to post a poem about nature and old folklore about nature on this day.

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Poetry: “Beads of red”


Beads of red


Red drops beading,

Welling up.

Crimson lines against the white.


Streaks that burn,

Very bright.

Painting patterns as they run.


Drip, drip, dripping,

Spilling down.

Until caught and soaked right up.


Mind is emptied,

Focus shifts.

Calming breaths that last a while.