my tree

 

 

the last snow

 

 

 

my tree

 

 

in the wind

 

 

 

 

my tree in the wind / windy night / the clouds fast

 

 

full bloom

 

 

 

full bloom

white flowers

Laurocerasus

 

.and the pollen

 

 

windy morning / my tree

 

 

« I stand in the advancing light,


my hands hungry, the world beautiful.
My eyes can’t get enough of the trees–


they’re so hopeful, so green.
A sunny road runs through the mulberries,


I’m at the window of the prison infirmary.
I can’t smell the medicines–


carnations must be blooming nearby.
It’s this way:
[…]»

–Nâzım Hikmet

 

 

my tree..