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Tim Huijts

@timhuijts.bsky.social

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Posting about books, photos, nature, mental health, some music and some science - photos mine

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Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 31

till time and times are done

Through darkness, to the light.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 23h

You who never arrived
-Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Stephen Mitchell)

You who never arrived by Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Stephen Mitchell)

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

and in the end just waves,
and clouds, and light

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

penultimate station
undone by your light

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

by your pond at night
fireflies dream they are dragons,
stars shelter in trees

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

each dawn
rooted in night

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

this path once not taken
now walked every night

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

each night a field
of moonlit waves

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

broken each morning
dreams die from exposure

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

whisper your tiptoes
to stir my sleep

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

the sky cracking like ice
light itself a dream

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

midnight processions
of fairy queen fire

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

submerged beyond the light
the winter's dream we lived

Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

words embody us -
each time you delete yours
I lose myself

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.
-W.B. Yeats, The Cap and Bells

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · 5d

erased again - fingerburn
wiped empty-handed,
our silence unspoken,
our shadows unseen -
were your words of fire
all written in smoke?

Reposted by Tim Huijts

Solivagant @wanderingsag.bsky.social · Jan 2

I walk slower
hoping you’ll appear
winter road

~Akari

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 31

'Time falls and falls through endless space, to when we are.' - Carol Ann Duffy.

As long as there is life, there is hope. Happy new year

Photo of mistletoe-shaped lights lighting bare trees in the dark.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 31

Tomorrow will bring winter's first snow, again. Walking my hollow and hilly lands, I will feel you on every frost-blossomed path, see you in every falling snowflake; and my lips will catch you softly, melting like dreams, and taste fire in these words as I murmur them. Hope and love, until the end.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 31

I still read those words for you, even if you can no longer hear them. I found you, and lost you; but our love, our connection can never be lost. Through spring's apple blossoms, in summer's long dappled grass, past autumn's golden apples, I will find you and keep finding you, wherever I go, always.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 31

I imagine you there, in those fields, our fields, tugging my sleeve, pointing at the sheep that have suddenly appeared, laughing as I breathe more sheep for you in the frosty air, each ground-bound cloud a warm hug to nestle your smile in. And your fingers in mine; your fingers in mine.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 31

You bring such beauty, dearest soul. Please be you, always.

Reposted by Tim Huijts

Deborah @deborahzafer.bsky.social · Dec 31

Goodbye to 2025!

A 🧵 of New Year and related poems for you. Please do add.

First up, Carol Ann Duffy

'I drop the dying year behind me like a shawl
and let it fall'

❤️

New Year
Carol Ann Duffy

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 30

Two ships passing in the night; closing my eyes at the thought of your light unseen. Only on these dark waves we became one, melting into each other with phrases, edged with mist. And still I breathe you in like words, my soul unblinded by your light, at last.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 30

still echoing your footsteps
the cobbles you walked
as I dreamed you

Photo of a cobbled lane in the dark, lit by a single lantern.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 30

Oui, je pense à toi; our love remains, despite. One more night, forever

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 30

Feel me there, breathing with you, my smile kissing your crown, my cheek a lamb for your temple; let my silence be yours, find my words on every page, hear my pulse in every second. No absence, no silence, no shadow can sever our connection. It was you before all of this; and it will be you always.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 29

The sun is on my face and I'm alive; even if I only dream your light. I love you. I miss you.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 29

That winter, I held your light, glowing with your image, your smile bringing me in from the cold, your eyes turning snow to pillows for our words. And now, winter again, my heart drifts to snow, warmed by dreaming our frozen fire close. One day, maybe; one winter's night, the dusk may take us home.

Tim Huijts @timhuijts.bsky.social · Dec 29

Whenever you sit down with your book after a long day, imagine me there, my chest to rest your head on, my legs to shelter yours; I do the same, every evening, softly squeezing the armrest where I dream your hand, listening to catch your breath in each turn of a page.