tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60123686698854087692024-02-06T22:04:14.993-08:00Poesie in und aus meinem GartenAngel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-45036328174059554762011-12-18T06:56:00.000-08:002011-12-18T07:31:55.394-08:00Es ist Weihnachtszeit<div align="center"><em>Die letzten Tage vor dem großen Fest sollten wir geniessen, uns Zeit nehmen und die</em></div>
<div align="center"><em>freudige Erwartung in Ruhe mit lieben Menschen verbringen...</em></div>
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<div align="center">Mistletoe</div>
<div align="center">*</div>
<div align="center">Sitting under the mistletoe</div>
<div align="center">One last candle burning low</div>
<div align="center">All the sleepy dancers gone,</div>
<div align="center">Just one candle burning on,</div>
<div align="center">Shadows lurking everywhere:</div>
<div align="center">Some one came, and kissed me there.</div>
<div align="center">*</div>
<div align="center">Tired I was, my head would go</div>
<div align="center">Nodding under the mistletoe</div>
<div align="center">No footsteps came, no voice, but only,</div>
<div align="center">Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,</div>
<div align="center">Stooped in the still and shadowy air</div>
<div align="center">Lips unseen - and kissed me there.</div>
<div align="center">*(Walter de la Mare)</div>
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<div><em>Vorwiegend aus England/Irland bekannt, ist der Brauch des Küssens unter dem Mistelzweig nicht endgültig geklärt.</em></div>
<div><em>Die Mistel war schon den gallischen Priestern (Druiden) heilig. </em></div>
<div><em>In einigen Gegenden wird diese Pflanze mit einer goldenen Sichel geschnitten und dann verbrannt, damit sich die Prophezeiung der ewigen Liebe erfüllte.</em></div>
<div><em>In der nordischen Göttersage tötet ein Mistelpfeil den Lichtgott Baldur. Die Mistel kommt aber auch in der griechischen Mythologie vor.</em></div>
<div><em>Neben der "Liebesmacht" hat sie auch heilende Wirkung und wird heute z.B. auch in der Krebstherapie eingesetzt, vorbeugend unterstützt die Mistel das Immunsystem.</em></div>
<div><em>*(Zeit Online Wissen)</em></div>
<div><em>Es gibt eine ganze Menge Aussagen über das Brauchtum, die hier zu weit führen würden. Auf jeden Fall werden der Mistel auch Wunderkräfte zugeschrieben (Ende 19.Jahrhundert!):</em></div>
<div><em>In der Christnacht geholt, sprengt sie z.B. alle Schlösser...</em></div>
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<div align="center"><em>Wünsche Euch allen viel Freude mit Mistel- ,Tannenzweigen und einem Glas Wein</em></div>
<div align="center"><em>beim Feiern des schönsten Festes des Jahres</em></div>
<div align="center"><em>In Frieden und mit Liebe</em></div>
<div align="center"><em></em></div>
<div align="center"><em>Eure Brigitte</em></div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-47210197677333833422011-03-15T06:25:00.000-07:002011-03-15T06:49:12.829-07:00Die Erde sie weint<div align="center"><strong><em>Mutter Erde</em></strong></div>
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<div align="center"><em>Mutter Erde sie weint</em></div><div align="center"><em>Die Blumen sie blühn</em></div><div align="center"><em>Nur der Mensch der meint</em></div><div align="center"><em>Nichts kann vergehn</em></div><div align="center"><em>Der Andere vielleicht</em></div><div align="center"><em>Aber er sicher nicht</em></div><div align="center"><em>Das zaghafte Lächeln der Blume erreicht</em></div><div align="center"><em>Den einen bestimmt nicht</em></div><div align="center"><em>Den Anderen vielleicht</em></div>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7ZILzPRurnThxD_98BwCcxkZfcAd-O1OKQyAMbxHQ3fY79J5TC2oVsk8ABe7R3_XXij2iofaS8Z-buHAkkPBKUaai7fCKM8suHlt0wtmz9iUOKDzdGI_Hf0bmOcfPpOixH6gT7Weu94/s1600/Tuch+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584300234499147154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT7ZILzPRurnThxD_98BwCcxkZfcAd-O1OKQyAMbxHQ3fY79J5TC2oVsk8ABe7R3_XXij2iofaS8Z-buHAkkPBKUaai7fCKM8suHlt0wtmz9iUOKDzdGI_Hf0bmOcfPpOixH6gT7Weu94/s320/Tuch+005.JPG" /></a> </div><div> <em>Der Sonnenaufgang ist wunderschön</em> <div align="center"><em>Können wir ihn noch lange sehn?</em></div>
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<div align="center"><em>Mutter Erde sie weint</em></div><div align="center"><em>Und die Blumen bemühn</em></div><div align="center"><em>Zu zeigen wie schön</em></div><div align="center"><em>Die Erde kann blühn</em></div><div align="center"><em>Wär der Mensch nicht voll Gier</em></div><div align="center"><em>Voll Hass und voll Neid</em></div><div align="center"><em>Erlebten auch Kinder</em></div><div align="center"><em>Die blühende Zeit</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em> (Anthea Cara)</em></div><div><em></em></div>
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqs3Mx52Qtt8H7gWr-EErWzxPR6nVqHsLl7T9xz_MT7m5rjuuo00dlDHD6-VQdAjR4ljOXqL_akUpGoLJfZgnCq9Zy6FhDIiQc1Un71s0Ia1C5QnwvMt89wpYiqO5Y7dZchaNIdfwNv2E/s1600/Poesie+021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584297729203445426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqs3Mx52Qtt8H7gWr-EErWzxPR6nVqHsLl7T9xz_MT7m5rjuuo00dlDHD6-VQdAjR4ljOXqL_akUpGoLJfZgnCq9Zy6FhDIiQc1Un71s0Ia1C5QnwvMt89wpYiqO5Y7dZchaNIdfwNv2E/s320/Poesie+021.JPG" /></a> <div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-32834212182926378972010-07-21T07:10:00.000-07:002010-07-21T07:28:16.414-07:00Die Liebe der Schmetterlinge<div align="center">Wer Schmetterlinge lachen hört, der weiß wie Wolken schmecken........ ( Novalis)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSGuJvBVJsbtGLAwHcBi1IHVKbcl6cNFnxoxa8284vYo-sfyFCrzuCR8ItoI3O0XKmrLRWc0YhQkcvWvHRud_hL5rEKTFjO7SmF8VfEgo7yDZsQfiyA5zxIMAO8cdabbLZj2E748MhAc/s1600/Schmett+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496365003992932978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaSGuJvBVJsbtGLAwHcBi1IHVKbcl6cNFnxoxa8284vYo-sfyFCrzuCR8ItoI3O0XKmrLRWc0YhQkcvWvHRud_hL5rEKTFjO7SmF8VfEgo7yDZsQfiyA5zxIMAO8cdabbLZj2E748MhAc/s400/Schmett+007.JPG" /></a> <div align="center"></div><div align="center">Flügelt ein kleiner blauer </div><div align="center">Falter vom Wind geweht,</div><div align="center">ein permutterner Schauer,</div><div align="center">glitzert, flimmert, vergeht.</div><div align="center">So mit Augenblicksblinken,</div><div align="center">so im Vorüberwehn</div><div align="center">sah ich das Glück mir winken,</div><div align="center">glitzern, flimmern, vergehn.</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">(Hermann Hesse)</div>
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<div align="center">Rose und Schmetterling</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">Wenn das weiße Morgenlächeln</div><div align="center">über meinem Kelche hängt,</div><div align="center">und der Frühluft leises Fächeln</div><div align="center">sich in meinem Haar verfängt,</div><div align="center">daß mein grüner Körperstengel</div><div align="center">sehnsuchtsschwer sich überneigt,</div><div align="center">kommt ein schöner Falterengel,</div><div align="center">der mit mir zum Himmel steigt.</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">Meine duftige Gewandung</div><div align="center">wandelt er zum Flügelkleid,</div><div align="center">über Tag und Mittagsbrandung</div><div align="center">schweben wir durch lose Zeit.</div><div align="center">Und wir schaukeln, und wir strahlen</div><div align="center">unsre Seelen in die Luft,</div><div align="center">füllen alle Blütenschalen:</div><div align="center">er mit Farbe, ich mit Duft.</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">(Rose Ausländer)</div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-17560218089877149272010-06-22T08:34:00.000-07:002010-06-22T08:41:59.858-07:00Mein Rosenbusch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVGs0wDsiyz06zG00-bDCjsUWlGPyS3IEvARxCGDy5modwmba_GRsQvAsSte2iS6DfMz6yi7jVLgxjP0Xits_6_woybjClZ93j6Ali6tWn8EWA3SxsBzqSiflQKQUgmUUtcuLtmtaMkE/s1600/gemi+081+-+Kopie.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485623477560855090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVGs0wDsiyz06zG00-bDCjsUWlGPyS3IEvARxCGDy5modwmba_GRsQvAsSte2iS6DfMz6yi7jVLgxjP0Xits_6_woybjClZ93j6Ali6tWn8EWA3SxsBzqSiflQKQUgmUUtcuLtmtaMkE/s400/gemi+081+-+Kopie.JPG" /></a>
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<div align="center">Es haben meine wilden Rosen</div><div align="center">erschauernd vor dem Hauch der Nacht</div><div align="center">die windeleichten, lichten, losen</div><div align="center">Blüten behutsam zugemacht.</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">Doch sind sie so voll Licht gesogen,</div><div align="center">daß es wie Schleier sie umweht</div><div align="center">und daß die Nacht in scheuem Bogen</div><div align="center">am Rosenbusch vorübergeht.</div>
<div align="center">(Hermann Claudius)</div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-1041748114780695572010-06-13T00:38:00.000-07:002010-06-13T00:52:16.386-07:00Licht und Schatten<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuvptILyqslEq-3JI20Ryf-dCac6uc8uFDQWsdJGmsW7DhF9i2h5dM7r70Sgq8flKSxKY2hsGSRlTcbNEULY310b26bRP7fhu1V_OIDUF8Z7mo6cetoOQiK25SdJFM7wQbY4uec5rmkw/s1600/bunt+021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482162073396926194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuvptILyqslEq-3JI20Ryf-dCac6uc8uFDQWsdJGmsW7DhF9i2h5dM7r70Sgq8flKSxKY2hsGSRlTcbNEULY310b26bRP7fhu1V_OIDUF8Z7mo6cetoOQiK25SdJFM7wQbY4uec5rmkw/s400/bunt+021.JPG" /></a> <div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2hNdTjYIx7JCSe7a-Qpjf5OQns5v6bgeixkApYXDlvQ6OFGJRwgHNMaJ1jZUA3Hp8Yl0owYX7qNAZ_Hagr85FwzKZVHQcNTJQL4nF-nqRcvTdeIqrzkocdu7eX_NZ7mT-alnzkgosDk/s1600/bunt+035.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482161870021339362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2hNdTjYIx7JCSe7a-Qpjf5OQns5v6bgeixkApYXDlvQ6OFGJRwgHNMaJ1jZUA3Hp8Yl0owYX7qNAZ_Hagr85FwzKZVHQcNTJQL4nF-nqRcvTdeIqrzkocdu7eX_NZ7mT-alnzkgosDk/s400/bunt+035.JPG" /></a>
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<div align="center">Licht und Schatten</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">In der Natur ist`s wie ein Spiel</div><div align="center">Hat der Schatten das Licht zum Ziel</div><div align="center">Nur steht es nicht immer über ihm</div><div align="center">Die Sonne strahlt auch nach unten hin</div><div align="center">Manche Betrachtung ist wie im Traum</div><div align="center">gibt Phantasie jedweglichen Raum</div><div align="center">Bei Einem da geht der Schatten mit</div><div align="center">Den Anderen verfolgt er bei jedem Schritt</div><div align="center">Wie Viele stehen nur im Licht</div><div align="center">Kennen die Schattenzeiten nicht</div><div align="center">Und viele haben das Licht nie gesehn</div><div align="center">Müssen immer auf Schattenseiten gehn</div><div align="center">Und doch wärmt uns Alle des Himmels Schein</div><div align="center">Licht und Schatten sind Teile des Seins</div>
<div align="center">(Anthea Cara)</div></div></div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-77430637584690843082010-06-07T00:46:00.000-07:002010-06-07T00:55:32.902-07:00Gedicht einer RoseDie erste Rose im Garten hat auf jeden Fall ein Gedicht verdient!
<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4K2sh6tr31Fs54lBDHse6MIKVbhG7c8yVmDI9Pzp-2KI3RH3gDlhPmc7esuRIXlOe9_MmHcjA1F0YWgyqlP7wPNb-qv-zcdx1wVYNQHsdcOIOEcfGXtT3OrlQzZ-qmoUeCr0gHwnssU/s1600/Blum+024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479936134880812082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4K2sh6tr31Fs54lBDHse6MIKVbhG7c8yVmDI9Pzp-2KI3RH3gDlhPmc7esuRIXlOe9_MmHcjA1F0YWgyqlP7wPNb-qv-zcdx1wVYNQHsdcOIOEcfGXtT3OrlQzZ-qmoUeCr0gHwnssU/s400/Blum+024.JPG" /></a>
<div align="center">Der Rose süßer Duft</div><div align="center"></div>
Der Rose süßer Duft genügt,
man braucht sie nicht zu brechen.
Wer sich mit dem Duft begnügt,
den wird sie auch nicht stechen.
Mich wundert Rose, deine Güte
daß sie sich mit dem Dorn verträgt,
du hast in sinnigem Gemüte
gewiss den Lauf der Welt erwägt.
(Hafis - persischer Dichter 1320-1390) </div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-21764725298477834862010-05-30T01:23:00.000-07:002010-05-30T01:33:16.424-07:00Glocken im Mai<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7uiMKbBPf4DIeoGVsri2aA4RmWwF9xI9l1YrX4cxS0QqSybdS8pD1O4DeIc8v-aQ-8pNobil1ogEczspMBn2ZBxX7RlBhMN8zN-RzUQWEoOUespRf8VwNaC6_nyxhjwSwnvMC1PUWEY/s1600/Blu+017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476977640903161986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp7uiMKbBPf4DIeoGVsri2aA4RmWwF9xI9l1YrX4cxS0QqSybdS8pD1O4DeIc8v-aQ-8pNobil1ogEczspMBn2ZBxX7RlBhMN8zN-RzUQWEoOUespRf8VwNaC6_nyxhjwSwnvMC1PUWEY/s400/Blu+017.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDJpiN5AziLo1y7TogxMLyS6cR5C9z4jKE3habwKeatJ0NAEM-0jxDCzrcUqOONwbq1VV7NgPjuXyywwrhx5EjUFF0afRSgK9kIi-qPRfjTBrwaXuWRsE-d3If9_kdqSAujn_sPTlMp0/s1600/Blu+022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476977505613128914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDJpiN5AziLo1y7TogxMLyS6cR5C9z4jKE3habwKeatJ0NAEM-0jxDCzrcUqOONwbq1VV7NgPjuXyywwrhx5EjUFF0afRSgK9kIi-qPRfjTBrwaXuWRsE-d3If9_kdqSAujn_sPTlMp0/s400/Blu+022.JPG" /></a>
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoYslD1VQxb7Nrb2b0esN2CFvoXgrvfSm-qURo0lOhxOrUmqVHHX1XIAE1QxeT6_kytuZc_gh6pSArUc_NXoIStw60bm76GzcEqXEsgu_BcTXhDOJH3dOfRalcKraYjhNcPu6FzQnDmM/s1600/A+003_bearbeitet-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476977141346465570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoYslD1VQxb7Nrb2b0esN2CFvoXgrvfSm-qURo0lOhxOrUmqVHHX1XIAE1QxeT6_kytuZc_gh6pSArUc_NXoIStw60bm76GzcEqXEsgu_BcTXhDOJH3dOfRalcKraYjhNcPu6FzQnDmM/s400/A+003_bearbeitet-1.jpg" /></a>
<div align="center">Maiglöckchen</div><div align="center">Läuten kaum die Maienglocken</div><div align="center">leise durch den lauen Wind,</div><div align="center">hebt ein Knabe froh erschrocken,</div><div align="center">aus dem Grase sich geschwind</div><div align="center">schüttelt in den Blütenflocken,</div><div align="center">seine feinen blonden Locken,</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">und nun wehen Lerchenlieder</div><div align="center">und es schlägt die Nachtigal,</div><div align="center">von den Bergen rauschend wieder</div><div align="center">kommt der kühle Wasserfall.</div><div align="center">Rings im Walde bunt Gefieder,</div><div align="center">Frühling ist es wieder</div><div align="center">und ein Jauchzen überall.</div>
<div align="center">(Joseph von Eichendorff)</div></div></div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-65434614352549887892010-05-27T03:29:00.000-07:002010-05-27T03:39:39.560-07:00Himmel und Erde<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHYo62M70h4umnZkz_nQP4IJc1Wsz_kTrwb1lUs4T_Ww1u61UQ9p50MGICdfzkayZPzpXdUbpGqPPaOomD2ucfKY8bN5Q-ZJ5KhxsOOQs6qFcTJN62B6xM67xHgwU1S_RNIISTEMGRhM/s1600/Blu+043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475896887939252578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHYo62M70h4umnZkz_nQP4IJc1Wsz_kTrwb1lUs4T_Ww1u61UQ9p50MGICdfzkayZPzpXdUbpGqPPaOomD2ucfKY8bN5Q-ZJ5KhxsOOQs6qFcTJN62B6xM67xHgwU1S_RNIISTEMGRhM/s400/Blu+043.JPG" /></a>
<div align="center">Eine schmale, weiße</div><div align="center">eine sanfte, leise</div><div align="center">Wolke weht im Blauen hin.</div><div align="center">Senke Deinen Blick</div><div align="center">und fühle</div><div align="center">selig sie mit weißer Kühle</div><div align="center">Dir durch blaue Träume ziehn.</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">(Hermann Hesse)</div>
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOooZIUlvIckrD73aot6Xmp04VESIKNLGyOdt50QNdKTFUG8xAQKvvQJENVVFni9oV5zn_7ReQUL3z2Vy37qSGlc-WMe_MXyDee2WZuxY04MpwUZDKTiUExmRe5KYweGL2VzXR_h0umg/s1600/Blu+040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475895883488150242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOooZIUlvIckrD73aot6Xmp04VESIKNLGyOdt50QNdKTFUG8xAQKvvQJENVVFni9oV5zn_7ReQUL3z2Vy37qSGlc-WMe_MXyDee2WZuxY04MpwUZDKTiUExmRe5KYweGL2VzXR_h0umg/s400/Blu+040.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZcK9n7bHmtl4aUPTFbx7PAdN-lGqpbbmbDCc_9OFdeQD4CLlW52U-p7jMfT2fqiO-sPVbu7Wi5rAg8oRCL0SVLXl2nl_f017C6q_7A13EgOVLzHQOyvDpuFIapA4FIJk225fb9YV3Iw/s1600/Blu+070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475895728414160226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZcK9n7bHmtl4aUPTFbx7PAdN-lGqpbbmbDCc_9OFdeQD4CLlW52U-p7jMfT2fqiO-sPVbu7Wi5rAg8oRCL0SVLXl2nl_f017C6q_7A13EgOVLzHQOyvDpuFIapA4FIJk225fb9YV3Iw/s400/Blu+070.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-9681375814111530602010-05-19T03:04:00.000-07:002010-05-19T03:12:49.459-07:00Mut finden<div align="center"><strong><em>Steine im Weg</em></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74C1ficoCSlgz3H8Rq2rYZb8SSOZJ-akThqwhcowQS3nBncK00EZdUv154yg2It_-Mb8scjkggu-iONoBqyIUp8Kqkx-aIi6ts1ScM17iEZix8A5Xy9cf16nUCX5jN004rerRTNmPxGs/s1600/0246_Felsweg_1024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472920883182710306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi74C1ficoCSlgz3H8Rq2rYZb8SSOZJ-akThqwhcowQS3nBncK00EZdUv154yg2It_-Mb8scjkggu-iONoBqyIUp8Kqkx-aIi6ts1ScM17iEZix8A5Xy9cf16nUCX5jN004rerRTNmPxGs/s400/0246_Felsweg_1024.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgvaDSeWNrlp12XpEz59fXxcDwwJTD50c-Fsc-Uw2639XqGZZ19OYZHueE95jwkU7RVj0r-Pd6aM_vGrTi6QXPtYWXxWyRVWdXU8Nz2ExjJ2B0TEMhEBs56f7k0wol3cqI1NL1m9gWJw/s1600/wallis-kstdom.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472920698179146674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgvaDSeWNrlp12XpEz59fXxcDwwJTD50c-Fsc-Uw2639XqGZZ19OYZHueE95jwkU7RVj0r-Pd6aM_vGrTi6QXPtYWXxWyRVWdXU8Nz2ExjJ2B0TEMhEBs56f7k0wol3cqI1NL1m9gWJw/s400/wallis-kstdom.jpg" /></a>
<div align="center">Aus Steinen im Weg</div><div align="center">eine Treppe gelegt</div><div align="center">darüber gestiegen</div><div align="center">um plötzlich zu fliegen</div><div align="center">die Angst, sie flog mit</div><div align="center">ist oben geblieben</div><div align="center">getröstet der Mut</div><div align="center">nach unten gestiegen.</div>
<div align="center">(Anthea Cara)</div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-41811838352371719172010-05-06T05:46:00.000-07:002010-05-06T06:02:49.152-07:00Weisse Mai - Impressionen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQMo0U94oayQjbEmWGbphMj0XjrDiJduDHMgsVyRuBZ7e1qMkRpI0UxagwRvOVCggfpM_OsaQFKD1DTTCkSzwQw29ZL6BdnxpAox2-HDZFya5a9EKegwCMB1uu8zFYt9qoD4a99tCGNA/s1600/Com+012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468140845862776898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQMo0U94oayQjbEmWGbphMj0XjrDiJduDHMgsVyRuBZ7e1qMkRpI0UxagwRvOVCggfpM_OsaQFKD1DTTCkSzwQw29ZL6BdnxpAox2-HDZFya5a9EKegwCMB1uu8zFYt9qoD4a99tCGNA/s400/Com+012.JPG" /></a> <div></div><div>Mai</div>
<div>Leichte Silberwolken schweben</div><div>Durch die erst erwärmten Lüfte,</div><div>Mild, von Schimmer sanft umgeben,</div><div>Blickt die Sonne durch die Düfte..........</div><div></div>
<div>(Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)</div>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbKhtbCudqxSw5aI8YLrQCnNuaxEIj7m4GyQpvdu3RSlyIM8o9u6tsGtwz64WSRbsITeyfZ5HlB2W10elSFSx5O6XuAxEIt_El7qUEQqWgyMOnosbYr9HTDHGvIFORNWNuPOWqN2qeZQ/s1600/Com+018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468140067263099842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUbKhtbCudqxSw5aI8YLrQCnNuaxEIj7m4GyQpvdu3RSlyIM8o9u6tsGtwz64WSRbsITeyfZ5HlB2W10elSFSx5O6XuAxEIt_El7qUEQqWgyMOnosbYr9HTDHGvIFORNWNuPOWqN2qeZQ/s400/Com+018.JPG" /></a> <div></div><div>Schöne Blumen wachsen langsam, nur das Unkraut hat es eilig. (Shakespeare)</div>
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<div><div>Der Mai</div><div></div>
<div>Dieser Monat ist ein Kuß</div><div>den der Himmel gibt der Erde,</div><div>daß sie jetzt und seine Braut,</div><div>künftig eine Mutter werde.</div><div></div>
<div>(Friedrich von Logau 1604-1655)</div></div></div></div></div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-80237364259546815912010-04-26T10:24:00.000-07:002010-04-26T10:30:53.814-07:00Blumen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekUuTyWMIYAbUJFvV6b3SoYs6ePSlPCRHwUsWYBAI54x1tL5qON6Kwijbe99lpBfC-6tyeVKsuVSmz0mY9B-nVvOcwO47fk8aGD0XwBrBhpwuXGeoM1TNUfHcPnxWwinEB4j0S-4V4sg/s1600/bunt+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464499555507196018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekUuTyWMIYAbUJFvV6b3SoYs6ePSlPCRHwUsWYBAI54x1tL5qON6Kwijbe99lpBfC-6tyeVKsuVSmz0mY9B-nVvOcwO47fk8aGD0XwBrBhpwuXGeoM1TNUfHcPnxWwinEB4j0S-4V4sg/s400/bunt+007.JPG" /></a>
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<div align="center">Die Blume</div>
<div align="center">betrachte die Blume</div><div align="center">und lerne zu schweigen</div><div align="center">betrachte ihr wunderschönes Kleid</div><div align="center">und du begreifst die Endlichkeit</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">(Anthea Cara)</div></div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-10732910810064975002010-04-19T05:58:00.000-07:002010-04-19T06:09:13.124-07:00Eine rosa Wolke<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNrnOQ94-bKltJdL3qU6SvQvYLpR8K72ODHow_Is7rWoNFn0bjVOA8EqSDVsEgadbQ1ji4d4swmpfTKyrcuBYjTlEdaT3ZmEzzjsoCC-sfMcQac780mi08VAmQlO9c6vL8RelrQtUEf4/s1600/Ringlo+006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461834006314097586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNrnOQ94-bKltJdL3qU6SvQvYLpR8K72ODHow_Is7rWoNFn0bjVOA8EqSDVsEgadbQ1ji4d4swmpfTKyrcuBYjTlEdaT3ZmEzzjsoCC-sfMcQac780mi08VAmQlO9c6vL8RelrQtUEf4/s400/Ringlo+006.JPG" /></a>
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<div align="center">Schweig still mein Herz</div><div align="center">die Bäume beten.</div><div align="center">Ich sprach zum Baum:</div><div align="center">erzähl mir von Gott.</div><div align="center">Und er blühte.</div><div align="center"></div>
<div align="center">(R.Tagore)</div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-53089095961734698132010-04-08T11:34:00.000-07:002010-04-08T11:41:07.419-07:00Magnolie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyugTY2W3dBh2gcAeHUbON7_ZqviYzFwLoLJqe84R6TjoDhhOvOE0pKMO2baaNQfH8aUAshFDEOSkr17YbmObiZTKK9Oob5juegdwOwdtKWiUA-2ZUvKwuJfEC_7MntNeuEJyW36TnvIs/s1600/Stick+037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457838444867451586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyugTY2W3dBh2gcAeHUbON7_ZqviYzFwLoLJqe84R6TjoDhhOvOE0pKMO2baaNQfH8aUAshFDEOSkr17YbmObiZTKK9Oob5juegdwOwdtKWiUA-2ZUvKwuJfEC_7MntNeuEJyW36TnvIs/s400/Stick+037.JPG" /></a>
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Magnolienblüte
du gehst vorbei und siehst den Baum
mit Blüten voll, schön wie ein Traum
Blüten wie Seide und Porzellan
kleine Pelze haben sie an
du drehst dich um, dein Herz begreift
ein Zauber deine Seele streift
und anders gehst du weiter.
(Anthea Cara)</div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-86952612273903973182010-03-30T09:44:00.000-07:002010-03-30T10:02:17.158-07:00ImpressionenEin paar poetische Impressionen in meinem Garten
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<div>Mögen aus jedem Samen, den du säst, wunderschöne Blumen werden, auf daß sich die Farben der Blüten in deinen Augen spiegeln und sie dir ein Lächeln aufs Gesicht zaubern.</div>
<div>(Irischer Segenswunsch)
</div>
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<div>(Anthea Cara)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-24206344854810958612010-03-18T11:56:00.000-07:002010-03-18T12:49:38.523-07:00Frühlings - Romantik<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJTFGCQjaXks133voP1-j43aSJTVJvWWdvBboqwxW1DxooGt38rT-l-9vKg3zEjO-Bje9vXoJGfIDTp2r8qefZcan4pykWdYPdkU9tZu90UAq3ubYkcGAuX2fqk9hNTTBXBlZyqHdCr4/s1600-h/Schneeglocke+070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450057214740118834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfJTFGCQjaXks133voP1-j43aSJTVJvWWdvBboqwxW1DxooGt38rT-l-9vKg3zEjO-Bje9vXoJGfIDTp2r8qefZcan4pykWdYPdkU9tZu90UAq3ubYkcGAuX2fqk9hNTTBXBlZyqHdCr4/s400/Schneeglocke+070.JPG" /></a> <div></div>
<div>Aus England kommt die Legende, dass ein Engel nach der Vertreibung Adams und Evas aus dem Paradies, Schneeflocken in Blumen - Schneeglöckchen - verwandelte, um anzukündigen, dass der Frühling bald käme.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq46oe7J3QHyugkXq0xPvLwGGpNYqTedRg8Pl8W89kHGq1S8GTeTyGCsHDCnQmX-oINN_YzHpDXkvvwvxNpmKHmSdmU1lOAXDTkUNYR1XPRPle84u-Hucvzww9zpYU3WvliCufttEakyY/s1600-h/Schneeglocke026+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450056433892445970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq46oe7J3QHyugkXq0xPvLwGGpNYqTedRg8Pl8W89kHGq1S8GTeTyGCsHDCnQmX-oINN_YzHpDXkvvwvxNpmKHmSdmU1lOAXDTkUNYR1XPRPle84u-Hucvzww9zpYU3WvliCufttEakyY/s400/Schneeglocke026+1.jpg" /></a> <div></div>
<div>Schneeglöckchen</div><div>Der Schnee, der gestern noch in Flöckchen</div><div>Vom Himmel viel</div><div>Hängt nun geronnen heut als Glöckchen</div><div>Am zarten Stiel.</div><div>Schneeglöckchen läutet, was bedeutet`s</div><div>Im stillen Hain?</div><div>O komm geschwind! Im Haine läutet`s</div><div>Den Frühling ein.</div><div>O kommt ihr Blätter, Blüt`und Blume,</div><div>Die ihr noch träumt,</div><div>All zu des Frühlings Heiligtume!</div><div>Kommt ungesäumt!</div><div>(Friedrich Rückert 1788-1866, vertont von Robert Schumann)</div>
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weisses Glöckchen läute </div><div>nicht nur heute
blicke in den Garten
nicht mehr warten
endlich bist du da
Frühling ist jetzt nah
(Anthea Cara) </div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-43200611873861487982010-03-13T11:05:00.000-08:002010-03-13T11:17:59.176-08:00Schöne DingeZwei alte Perlen-Eier, die ich aus Venedig mitgebracht habe
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<div>Solange du dich noch</div><div>an Dingen</div><div>erfreuen kannst,</div><div>solange wohnt in dir</div><div>noch Zufriedenheit</div><div>Begeisterung</div><div> </div><div>(Annegret Kronenberg)</div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-32149743631223325122010-03-11T00:56:00.001-08:002010-03-11T01:12:05.866-08:00TräumeSehr gefreut und ganz herzlich bedanken möchte ich mich bei Frau Ingrid Riedl - eine zeitgenössische Dichterin - die mein blog besucht hat und mir folgendes Gedicht hierließ:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97sZDLI-7c2PmvKjCDu5rwW-u4cQ3ZDh5XB1bZN27JwDYNODiEyMkjKEn1gK5Qxu1dbPWwc4fFwJockBEwGyUlFoyh324hFM0pKykLJVR26OEJN2TtCH80X-_Bwd1IjBD7Lfk90x-HOo/s1600-h/Lichttraum.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 288px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447300310672813602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97sZDLI-7c2PmvKjCDu5rwW-u4cQ3ZDh5XB1bZN27JwDYNODiEyMkjKEn1gK5Qxu1dbPWwc4fFwJockBEwGyUlFoyh324hFM0pKykLJVR26OEJN2TtCH80X-_Bwd1IjBD7Lfk90x-HOo/s400/Lichttraum.jpg" /></a>
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<div><div>Entdecken, Staunen und Berühren,</div><div>in das Reich der Wunder führen,</div><div>einen Zauberzyklus gründen,</div><div>Licht und Frohsinn wieder finden.</div><div>(Ingrid Riedl)</div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012368669885408769.post-64430542627952912562010-03-11T00:33:00.000-08:002010-03-11T06:05:17.789-08:00Immer noch Winter und ein bisschen Frühling<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWplhv6j7IOh-54AtsN6UI3eD__C-pxtZW8yaimuSwAzydde65dpkSYHVqF7Vr6hJRwevT0ycyukC8Uh6tnTyH4ZTu9H3mAYKXTwvD6-oi47-oLn8m2FX04-8wCdEjuALWc6J8B-TwOE/s1600-h/Fr%C3%BChling.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447295413927000802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWplhv6j7IOh-54AtsN6UI3eD__C-pxtZW8yaimuSwAzydde65dpkSYHVqF7Vr6hJRwevT0ycyukC8Uh6tnTyH4ZTu9H3mAYKXTwvD6-oi47-oLn8m2FX04-8wCdEjuALWc6J8B-TwOE/s400/Fr%C3%BChling.jpg" /></a>
<div>Frühling</div>
<div></div><div>Ich glaube, dass wir einen Funken jenes</div><div>ewigen Lichtes in uns tragen,</div><div>das im Grunde des Seins leuchten muß</div><div>und welches unsere schwachen Sinne nur</div><div>von ferne ahnen können.</div><div>Dieser Funken in uns zur Flamme werden</div><div>zu lassen und das Göttliche in uns</div><div>zu verwirklichen, ist unsere höchste Pflicht.</div><div>(Johann Wolfgang Goethe 1749-1832)</div>
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<div>Schattenbilder im Schnee</div><div></div>
<div>Wie Diamanten glitzert heut`der Schnee</div><div>wie Sternenstaub fällts von den Zweigen</div><div>und Flocken berühren mit leichtem Schauern</div><div>doch Sonnenstrahlen tanzen den Reigen</div><div>es funkelt und blitzt ein jeder Kristall</div><div>bizarre Formen in allen Farben</div><div>und einzelne Tropfen sind festgefroren</div><div>von ferne ein leiser Glockenschall</div><div>weich wie Watte mutet der Schnee mich an</div><div>im Schatten ein weisses Tuch am Hang</div><div>und verführen will die Versuchung</div><div>ich schüttle ab Gedanken und gehe meinen Gang</div><div>(Anthea Cara)</div></div>Angel-Smilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00890958137978462499noreply@blogger.com0