Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Mailbox in the weeping trails of a willow tree, Balnarring, Mornington Peninsula
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Mailbox Monday prompt #9
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Invisible inks
Tucked in weeping willow trails
Like poignant dreamings
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A more distant view of the Balnarring mailbox in the willow
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I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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Monday, September 29, 2008
Whispers in the Willow
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- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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4 comments:
Gemma, this is such a lovely mailbox!
My city has mostly boring mailbox...I really have to work hard to find ones that are interesting. I like your collection.
When I was a child, I would harvest our neighbors weeping willow branches of it's long stinging whips. They were used in my fantasies to lead wild mustang ponies to my ranch in the wild West. Many horses I corraled back in the day...plus they were also great to chase my lil' brother around the yard...YIPPEE...he always paid me back by throwing my plastic horse statues out my second story bedroom window...kids!!!
Have a wonderful week friend!
sharon
Gemma, that would be a nice meme to collect mailboxes around the world!
Thanks for your visit to my Banksia nut. I am sure you've seen plenty of them.
I've always loved weeping willows and your haiku is the best expression of those sweeping branches I've ever seen.
Thanks for sharing!
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