Street Series # 31

This street is in front of Emmaus barnehage in Rosenli area. It is a quiet street, nice for walking, running and taking children out to burn calories.

Stronda II

Here the view is towards Sandnes. If you have a boat there are endless places to go.

Stronda

A picturesque place just outside Sandnes town center, Sandnes being the neighbour town of Stavanger. The view is towards Stavanger. A peaceful place to live and love.

Still Mosvatnet

"I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.

- Nathaniel Hawthorne

Mosvatnet in Autumn

"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."

- Eric Sloane

Delicious Autumn!

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

- George Eliot

Make LOVE

I found someone has put this on a dustbin, adverticing Love instead of War, like John Lennon used to do. Here is a poem suited for it:

Let's Make LOVE!
by Fauzia Khan

Make love to me tonight
Till the wee hours of morning light
Cling to me in ecstacy
Be my sweet memory...

Memories are magical treasures
A secrect never to be told
Charming you all through your life
A special place they hold

Hold me close to your heart
For then I can enter your soul
Hold me tight, Never let me go
Never felt so strong love before

Love me tender, Love me soft
Love me in the heat of the night
Show me the mysteries, Show me the scars
Shower all the affection you have got

Let me see your passion, my plight
Honey` Let's make love...

Let me enchant thy soul with memories
Whisper into each others ears
Welcome the Dawn of love
Live the way our souls want us to be
So Let's make love...

Song for Autumn

In the deep fall
don't you imagine the leaves think how
comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don't you think
the trees themselves, especially those with mossy,
warm caves, begin to think
of the birds that will come - six, a dozen - to sleep
inside their bodies? And don't you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
vanishes, and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its blue shadows. And the wind pumps its
bellows. And at evening especially,
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

-Mary Oliver

Autumn is Here

Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

- Thomas Wolfe

The Summer has Done

As sunlight creeps through branches to the earth,
And leaves begin to clothe the ground in gold,
Where seedlings hide until their springtime birth,
A new beginning from a tree that's old.

Around each twisted pathway through the glen,
The mushroom heads are visible in morning light,
And there the fairies dance in leaves again,
As morning dew appears like jewels - bright.

As cobwebs hang on fallen leaves that scatter,
And glisten hung in dew like morning glory,
The nature of the spectacle will matter,
To those who seek to share in nature's story.

Gold upon red, and autumn colors wonder,
We bask in color, now the summer's done,
And cast our cares and dreams and hopes asunder,
When a golden leaf is caught by autumn sun

by Rachelle de Bretagne