the nightingale sings
in the Elder’s branches
the flowers glow
~
© Carol Campbell
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/
“In some parts of Scotland it ranked only second to rowan in its ability to ward off evil spells and witchcraft. Crosses made of elder twigs hung over stables and barns to protect the livestock. Drivers of hearses carried whip-handles made of elder to ward off evil influences.
Elder has been prescribed throughout the ages for healing ailments from blindness to epilepsy. The leaves gathered on May Eve had the power to cure wounds, and warts could be removed by rubbing them on a green elder stick and burning it: as it rotted away, so did the warts.
waves thundering
soothing my mind with emptiness
no thoughts at all
Holy Isle’s nature
seagulls cry
soothing my mind with emptiness
no thoughts at all
Holy Isle’s nature
seagulls cry
seagulls cry
Om Mane Padme Hum
at last … world peace
© Chèvrefeuille
Sweet, Carol! 😉 Hugs!
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Lovely …
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Thank you!
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Your poem wvokes such a lovely image
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I am glad! 🙂
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🙂
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Lovely poem and image.. My Aunt I remember would always make elderflower wine.. and I love the berries and make syrup from it for the winter .. Its a great booster to help your immune system and packed full of Vit C..
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I have never tasted it but it is pretty! Thank you!
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beautiful poem!!
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