from tøyen with love

             The morning beckon

With water praying and call of seagull and rook

And the knock of sailing boats on the net webbed wall

              Myself to set foot

                       That second

          In the still sleeping town and set forth.

      My birthday began with the water-

Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name

        Above the farms and the white horses

                      And I rose

                In rainy autumn

And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

High tide and the heron dived when I took the road

       A springful of larks in a rolling

Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling

       Blacksbirds and the sun of October

                       Summery,

               On the hill's shoulder,

Here were fond climates and sweet singers suddenly

Come in the morning where I wandered and listened

               To the rain wringing

                     Wind blow cold

        In the wood faraway under me.

       Pale rain over the dwindling harbor

              But all the gardens

Of spring and summer were blooming in the tall tales

Beyond the border and under the lark full cloud.

                There could I marvel

- from poem in october by dylan thomas

(photos from the wonderful floramiks tumblr)