When spending time in the hyggekrog, it’s easy to wander into a reverie. Today’s poems are gently philosophical, relaxing and meditative. Enjoy, then dream your own dreams, focus on the breath and let your mind drift. Here’s another beautiful photo haiku from Marion Clarke:
Candle Breath
Who’d
have
thought
the
capillary
actions
in
my
lungs,
are
the
same
as
a
cord
loosely
woven
draws
up
fuel
to
flame
a
candlewick.
Johanna Boal
GIVEN
This branch to which I take
the running chain
is dead in that one sense
we cling to stubbornly,
believing stasis, dehydration
mark the loss of life;
dead the way no beech or ash
can ever be
set moving by the winds
that brought this limb to earth,
that aired it for a year
and made it ready for the saw
to section it,
the axe to split it into twins
whose life is kindled once again
in winter grates
that spark, spring into being,
wrest it back in flame,
and grow it, given
earth and ashes, given time.
.
Brian Johnstone
(First published on ‘Clear Poetry’ website)
Angela Topping 
Hi Angela I did send you a poem but imagine you have a zillion, a warming series! all the best Maria >
You put it in a comment on an earlier post, so I approved it because I liked the poem. Thank you.
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It’s Johanna Boal. Thanks for sharing this.
Hello Angela, Enclosed you will find three short poems for possible publication. I hope you may find one suitable as I had forgotten the themes. Best wishes Sally
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Can you email them to me Sally? anji.topping@gmail.com