"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells."

- John Keats, "To Autumn"

The Nature Collective - Autumn on Cornelia St. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Muslin/114/18/133

Cycle path in the nature area Donkse Laagten near Streefkerk in the Dutch region Alblasserwaard. The windmill Pants Olen can be seen in the background.

The Donkse Laagten is a small Dutch nature reserve of roughly two square kilometres in the Alblasserwaard in the province of South Holland. It is located in the municipality of Molenlanden, between the towns Streefkerk to the northwest and Bleskensgraaf to the south. The area is governed by the organization Staatsbosbeheer. There is no public transportation to the Donkse Laagten, but it is open for recreational use.

Kiss while your lips are still red

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

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You hold me in the bosom

Till the storms of life is over

Rock me in the cradle of our love

Only feed me till I want no more

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i derender a few things (mountain sim surround, log seat and cute owls)

the wails of autumn

kept me up the whole night

last night when in dark i scrambled

for the light which was there in plain sight

haunting, eerie sheiks of silence

piercing the peace of placid evening

bled me all over the place

as i walked over a ruby glaze

stentorian crashing thoughts of defeat to destiny

deafened, benumbed my existence

as i saw myself supine, surrounded by some strangers

as they shook me, checked me, probed me

delved in me, searching for some signs of life

alas! élan vital was no more to be seen

what an eventful journey it has been

in the quest for that testimony of life

there in the commotion of emotions

i felt the hands of someone who is trying to awaken the spirits

waiting for the phoenix...

and then came her wails

crashing on memoirs i called only mine

pinned on the waves of the wavering fears

i mercilessly am thrown around in time

finally she held me close close to her bosom

whispering in my ears softly

the wails of autumn

that kept me up the whole night

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While Your Lips Are Still Red

Sweet little words made for silence not talk

Young heart for love not heartache

Dark hair for catching the wind

Not to veil the sight of a cold world

Kiss while your lips are still red

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back

A passionate hour's never a wasted one

The violin, the poet's hand

Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still red

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Kiss while your lips are still red

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn..

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; .........

John Keats, 1795-1821.

Beauty sleeps on the calm dreamy bosom of the ocean, or lives in it's wild waves...T.C. Henley

Sunset at Sheep's Head Peninsula Co Cork Ireland.

On the beach in Kilwa Masoko, Tanzania

The Donkse Laagten nature reserve is located in the Alblasserwaard. This open peat meadow area is of great natural history value because of its old river dunes (donken) and its marshy meadows where rare plants grow and special meadow birds have their breeding ground. Various geese also choose the Donkse Laagten as an area to overwinter every year. The foundation of this landscape was laid a thousand years ago, when the first ditches were dug. Shortly afterwards, the Donkse Laagten area was reclaimed. After the digging of the canal, which divided the Donkse Laagten in two, the polders Langenbroek and Kortenbroek were created. Since 1983, Staatsbosbeheer has managed 160 hectares of this peat meadow area that is open to the public. Since 2009, the Donkse Laagten has been part of Natura 2000, a European network of protected nature reserves.

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#SundayFunday - The Magic of Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Deep in the bosom of the gentle night

Is when I search for the light

Pick up my pen and start to write

I struggle, I fight dark forces in the clear moonlight

Without fear

Insomnia

I can't get no sleep

Oh the stories you´re telling.....I´m exhausted! ;-)

► turn it up!

Sleepless at Furillen

It's amazing what you can do with a few withered leaves... and a few spare hours.

MYRTLE'S PINK FULL BOSOM BLOOMS

[The Snake]

On her way to work one morning

Down the path alongside the lake

A tender-hearted woman saw a poor half-frozen snake

His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew

"Oh well, " she cried, "I'll take you in and I'll take care of you"

"Take me in, oh, tender woman (yes, come on in)

Take me in, for heaven's sake (yes, come on in)

Take me in, tender woman, " sighed the snake

Now she wrapped him up all cozy in a coverture of silk

And laid him by the fireside with some honey and some milk

Now she hurried home from work that night, as soon she arrived

Now she found that pretty snake she'd taken in had been revived

"Take me in, oh, tender woman (yes, come on in)

Take me in, for heaven's sake (yes, come on in)

Take me in, tender woman, " sighed the snake

Now she clutched him to her bosom, "You're so beautiful, " she cried

"But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died"

Now she stroked his pretty skin again and then kissed and held him tight

But instead of saying thanks, that snake gave her a vicious bite (ooh)

"Take me in, oh, tender woman (yes, come on in)

Take me in, for heaven's sake (yes, come on in)

Take me in, tender woman, " sighed the snake

"I saved you, " cried that woman

"And you've bitten me, even why?

And you know your bite is poisonous and now I'm gonna die"

"Oh, shut up, silly woman, " said that reptile with a grin

"Now you knew darn well I was a snake before you brought me in"

"Please take me in, oh, tender woman (yes, come on in)

Take me in, for heaven's sake (yes, come on in)

Take me in, tender woman, " sighed the snake

Sighed the snake

Take me in tender woman

(Come on in you pretty snake, come on in)

Snake, snake (yeah, come on in you pretty snake)

Take me in, tender woman (come on in, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Snake (come on in yeah, yeah, yeah)....

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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees.....

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A bed that doesn't sleep...

Before those who sleep in it

Suppose the cloud wakes up...

And then those who sleep in its bosom

When they start to mate,

A baby formed in the air

Think how much

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

...

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

~~ Joyce Kilmer

I've photographed this fence and these two trees in spring, late summer and now autumn. I will be going for a winter shot too!

It is the mansion of yesterday, the one from my childhood,

with homely tenderness and bosom warmth,

that still raises its forehead, on the verge of agony,

in the meantime collapse to which nothing is foreign.

The ancestral wing appears melancholy

of the crazy old swarm, today with distant beings

and in the shadow of mother, loving, is added

the protective tone, the watchful eyes.

The children lived it, charm of abode;

scents of her patio, shy honeysuckle

with the white jasmines in the blue bower.

And we keep silence so that the soul returns

to remember images of the happy years,

now feeling like intruders or strangers.

by Marilina Rebora

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Lord Byron When I roved a Young Highlander

When I rov'd a young Highlander O'er the dark heath,

And Climb'd thy steep summit, Oh Movren of Snow!

To gaze on the torrent that thunder'd beneath,

Or the mist of the tempest that gather'd below;

Untutor'd by Science, a stranger to fear,

And rude as the rocks, where my infancy grew,

No feeling, save one, to my bosom was dear;

Need I say, my sweet Mary, 'twas centred in you ?

Deep in the bosom of the gentle night

Is when I search for the light

Pick up my pen and start to write

I struggle, fight dark forces

In the clear moon light

Without fear... insomnia

I can't get no sleep

I used to worry, thought I was goin' mad in a hurry

Gettin' stress, makin' excess mess in darkness

No electricity, something's all over me, greasy

Insomnia please release me and let me dream of

Makin' mad love to my girl on the heath

Tearin' off tights with my teeth

But there's no release, no peace

I toss and turn without cease

Like a curse, open my eyes and rise like yeast

At least a couple of weeks

Since I last slept, kept takin' sleepers

But now I keep myself pepped

Deeper still, that night I write by candle light

I find insight, fundamental movement, uh

So when it's back this insomniac take an original tack

Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack

I gets no sleep

I can't get no sleep

"'Deep in the bosom of the gentle night

Is when I search for the light

Pick up my pen and start to write

I struggle and fight dark forces in the clear moonlight

Without fear

Insomnia

I can't get no sleep

I can't get no sleep"

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"... Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; conspiring with him how to load and bless with fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; to bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, and fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; to swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells with a sweet kernel; to set budding more, and still more, later flowers for the bees, until they think warm days will never cease, for Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.” ― Complete Poems and Selected Letters, by John Keats.

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by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air.

Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,

Over the woodlands brown and bare,

Over the harvest-fields forsaken,

Silent and soft and slow

Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take

Suddenly shape in some divine expression,

Even as the troubled heart doth make

In the white countenance confession,

The troubled sky reveals

The grief it feels

This is the poem of the air,

Slowly in silent syllables recorded;

This is the secret of despair,

Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,

Now whispered and revealed

To wood and field.

On this photo you can't see the landscape behind the Community or Gaasper Windmill. The polder lies too low under the levee - where I'm standing for this photo - bounding the Gaasp, a river on the eastern border of Amsterdam. That polder was the result at the beginning of the eighteenth century of the amalgamation of eight smaller ones. The mills draining the ditches of those polders into the Gaasp, their bosom, were pulled down and replaced by our mill which was built in 1708. For two centuries it was a scoop wheel construction which was then replaced by a screw pump. Restored at the beginning of our own century, It's still one of few working windmills in this area. If there's little or no wind the windmill's function is taken over by an adjoining electric pumping station.

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I would in that sweet bosom be

(O sweet it is and fair it is!)

Where no rude wind might visit me.

Because of sad austerities

I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart

(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)

Where only peace might be my part.

Austerities were all the sweeter

So I were ever in that heart.

/ poem by James Joyce 1907/

✧Tune✧

Buried deep within the mountain,

In the Valley of the King,

There's a passage way that leads there,

Where the wind whistles and sings

Of a time so long forgotten,

But it seems like yesterday,

When the queen was in her palace,

And the king was on his way

To the bosom of his family.

To the holy golden womb.

Out of the bosom of the Air,

Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,

Over the woodlands brown and bare

Over the harvest-fields forsaken,

Silent and soft and slow

Descends the snow.

-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

[Nice on black]

" Richest raiment, many-hued,

Spring-enwoven now she throws,

Smiling, round her throbbing bosom,

And her face with gladness glows...

So she springs from dust and ashes,

With a glad victorious smile,

And the merry March winds echo

Down the budding green defile."

- J.J. Britton

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La cordillera del Sarao corresponde a la extensión de la cordillera de la costa en la chilena region de los lagos. Esta cadena montañosa recorre todo el país de norte a sur para perderse al sur de seno de reloncavi convirtiendose en cientos de islas y archipielagos que forman parte de los canales y fiordos de la patagonia chilena.

En la region de los lagos esta cordillera alcanza una maxima altitud de 900 msnm y esta cubierta principalmente por bosques la mayor parte vegetacion nativa donde destaca el bosque siempreverde andino patagonico y reservas de Alerce costero. Esta poco habitada contando con algunas reservaciones indigenas principalmente de las etnias Huilliche y Mapuche.

En las ultimas decadas a aumentado la plantacion de bosque introducido con fines madereros con especies como Eucaliptus y pino Insigne, auqnue algunas areas se encuentran protegidas por el estado chileno.

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The Sarao mountain range corresponds to the extension of the coastal mountain range in the Chilean region of the lakes. This mountain chain runs throughout the country from north to south to get lost south of the Reloncavi bosom, becoming hundreds of islands and archipelagos that are part of the channels and fjords of Chilean Patagonia.

In the region of the lakes, this mountain range reaches a maximum altitude of 900 meters above sea level and is covered mainly by forests, most of it native vegetation, where the Andean Patagonian evergreen forest and coastal larch reserves stand out. It is little inhabited with some indigenous reservations mainly of the Huilliche and Mapuche ethnic groups.

In the last decades the plantation of forest introduced for logging purposes has increased with species such as Eucalyptus and Insigne pine, although some areas are protected by the Chilean state.

a great weekend is ahead !!

Leonard Cohen - The Window

Why do you stand by the window

Abandoned to beauty and pride

The thorn of the night in your bosom

The spear of the age in your side

Lost in the rages of fragrance

Lost in the rags of remorse

Lost in the waves of a sickness

That loosens the high silver nerves

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love

Oh tangle of matter and ghost

Oh darling of angels, demons and saints

And the whole broken-hearted host

Gentle this soul.......

Clouds are more than just intrinsically beautiful; they also serve as a canvas for light and color.

They are born, they grow, travel vast distances across the sky and then disappear into nothingness. They are in a constant state of changing shape, size and in some cases color and brightness

The Lady of the Lake

by Scott, Sir Walter

The rocks, the bosky thickets, sleep

So stilly on thy bosom deep,

The lark's blithe carol from the cloud

Seems for the scene too gayly loud.

My dear friend Franziska www.flickr.com/photos/m_f_d/ suggested this wonderful Walz to match the picture!

Waltz No. 2 - Dmitri Shostakovich

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She'll suck you dry

and still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom

To do it again

She'll make you weep

And moan and cry, to be back in her bosom

To do it again

~"Rev 22:20"-Pucifer

Nederwaard Mill 5 is one of the Kinderdijk windmills. The mill dating from 1738 inhabited and not to visit. Owner is Kinderdijk World Heritage Foundation. The mill has an iron paddle wheel with a diameter of 6.30 meters which the low bosom of the Nederwaard is drained. This mill was quite to the north crooked and it has in the past tried to compensate for this in the masonry and in the kruivloer. In 2010 began an extensive restoration, where the waterways are restored. In July 2011 the mill is put right.

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The fall of Amy

Where softest blush of roses wild,

And hawthorn's fairest blow,

But meanly serve to paint her cheek,

And bosom's rival snow;

To Autumn:

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,

For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.....

John Keats

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Photo shows the ripe fruit of Jack-in-the-Pulpit (Arisaema triphyllum), Quebec, Canada. September 2025.

Jack-in-the-Pulpit is a woodland plant that is native to east North America.

The ripe bright red fruit is inedible to humans.

The fruits (and all parts of the plant) contain high levels of calcium oxalate crystals, which cause burning, swelling, and irritation of the mouth and throat if eaten raw.

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Last Sunday it was Nationale Molendag (National Millsday). A lot of mills were open for public, and so was one of my favourite photographic objects: Boezemmolen nr. 6 (Bosom Mill nr. 6) in Haastrecht.

It was also spinning, and so a nice opportunity to try out my filters. As I was so busy taking photos I completely forgot to visit the mill. I have to do this another day., but I was nevertheless satisfied with the result.

Macro Mondays : Stitch.