Grethe 🌻
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Before the world awakens,
May words arrive like snowflakes,
A narrative of wonder, hope, and grace,
Illuminating every empty space,
And in your quiet work, the true peace you find,
A Christmas present for the writing mind.
Mary Jo Balistreri
#5amwritersclub
#WritingCommunity
May words arrive like snowflakes,
A narrative of wonder, hope, and grace,
Illuminating every empty space,
And in your quiet work, the true peace you find,
A Christmas present for the writing mind.
Mary Jo Balistreri
#5amwritersclub
#WritingCommunity
December 24, 2025 at 10:35 AM
Before the world awakens,
May words arrive like snowflakes,
A narrative of wonder, hope, and grace,
Illuminating every empty space,
And in your quiet work, the true peace you find,
A Christmas present for the writing mind.
Mary Jo Balistreri
#5amwritersclub
#WritingCommunity
May words arrive like snowflakes,
A narrative of wonder, hope, and grace,
Illuminating every empty space,
And in your quiet work, the true peace you find,
A Christmas present for the writing mind.
Mary Jo Balistreri
#5amwritersclub
#WritingCommunity
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Rilke - Kalender....Dezember...
December 7, 2025 at 8:56 AM
Rilke - Kalender....Dezember...
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"I don’t know how to deal with a world where there’s this language of infatuation that people use. ‘Well, I didn’t fall in love with the book.’ Or: ‘I fell in love with the book!’ I’m not sure that that has ever been my attitude toward any text."
-- Helen DeWitt
-- Helen DeWitt
December 2, 2025 at 5:10 PM
"I don’t know how to deal with a world where there’s this language of infatuation that people use. ‘Well, I didn’t fall in love with the book.’ Or: ‘I fell in love with the book!’ I’m not sure that that has ever been my attitude toward any text."
-- Helen DeWitt
-- Helen DeWitt
Jurga Ryan art...🦊...
December 2, 2025 at 8:49 AM
Jurga Ryan art...🦊...
Die leuchtenden Herbstfarben verblassten, die Decken wurden dicker, das Quecksilber sank. Der Winter nahte.☕🌡️❄️
Peter Boland
Peter Boland
November 23, 2025 at 9:27 AM
Die leuchtenden Herbstfarben verblassten, die Decken wurden dicker, das Quecksilber sank. Der Winter nahte.☕🌡️❄️
Peter Boland
Peter Boland
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Frosty or snowy mornings transform seed heads into crisp winter sculptures. John Clare conveys that sharp countryside cold in his poem Winter: “The small wind whispers through the leafless hedge, most sharp and chill, where the light snowy flakes rest on each twig.” #WinterPoetry
November 20, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Frosty or snowy mornings transform seed heads into crisp winter sculptures. John Clare conveys that sharp countryside cold in his poem Winter: “The small wind whispers through the leafless hedge, most sharp and chill, where the light snowy flakes rest on each twig.” #WinterPoetry
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Es schüttet, stürmt und ist saukalt oder wie man auch sagt: das perfekte Lesewetter😍
November 17, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Es schüttet, stürmt und ist saukalt oder wie man auch sagt: das perfekte Lesewetter😍
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November...Rilke Kalender...
November 9, 2025 at 11:06 AM
November...Rilke Kalender...
Im Morgen grauen, im Nebel- die ersten Siluetten von Amseln an der Futterschale und abends sind sie die letzten, die in die Dämmerung fliegen....🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🌫☕️🩶
November 9, 2025 at 8:13 AM
Im Morgen grauen, im Nebel- die ersten Siluetten von Amseln an der Futterschale und abends sind sie die letzten, die in die Dämmerung fliegen....🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🌫☕️🩶
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Schon bald.....❄️🐾
November 2, 2025 at 9:25 AM
Schon bald.....❄️🐾
Genau das richtige Wetter....
October 25, 2025 at 9:18 AM
Genau das richtige Wetter....
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October is the month of painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.
Henry D. Thoreau (The Atlantic, 1862 issue)
Henry D. Thoreau (The Atlantic, 1862 issue)
October 25, 2025 at 12:26 AM
October is the month of painted leaves. Their rich glow now flashes round the world. As fruits and leaves and the day itself acquire a bright tint just before they fall, so the year near its setting. October is its sunset sky; November the later twilight.
Henry D. Thoreau (The Atlantic, 1862 issue)
Henry D. Thoreau (The Atlantic, 1862 issue)
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Mit leisen Noten verabschiedet sich Oktober...
October 20, 2025 at 8:58 AM
Mit leisen Noten verabschiedet sich Oktober...
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Books are as important as almost anything on earth. What a miracle that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfold world after world after world.
Worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet, or excite you.
Anne Lamott
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Worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet, or excite you.
Anne Lamott
Photo:
#5amwritersclub
#WritingCommunity
October 16, 2025 at 9:21 AM
Books are as important as almost anything on earth. What a miracle that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfold world after world after world.
Worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet, or excite you.
Anne Lamott
Photo:
Pinterest
#5amwritersclub
#WritingCommunity
Worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet, or excite you.
Anne Lamott
Photo:
#5amwritersclub
#WritingCommunity
Draußen lässt die Sonne sich (noch) nicht blicken....☕️🌻
October 12, 2025 at 7:00 AM
Draußen lässt die Sonne sich (noch) nicht blicken....☕️🌻
Im Oktober haben die Bäume die schönsten Kleider...🍁☕️🧡
October 10, 2025 at 7:14 AM
Im Oktober haben die Bäume die schönsten Kleider...🍁☕️🧡
Leicht gemacht- lecker geschmeckt- schnell aufgegessen...😋🤭😊...Danke für den Rezept @susanne-aust.bsky.social ..👩🍳🥰
October 9, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Leicht gemacht- lecker geschmeckt- schnell aufgegessen...😋🤭😊...Danke für den Rezept @susanne-aust.bsky.social ..👩🍳🥰
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i know you think words bind us, one to another... but who do you share the moon with? for she's a language unto herself. the oldest living language, that of light and dark, and silence.
October 9, 2025 at 4:19 AM
i know you think words bind us, one to another... but who do you share the moon with? for she's a language unto herself. the oldest living language, that of light and dark, and silence.
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Der Herbst ist immer unsere beste Zeit.
▪️Goethe
▪️Goethe
October 5, 2025 at 7:27 AM
Der Herbst ist immer unsere beste Zeit.
▪️Goethe
▪️Goethe
