As you hover on the edge of Spring,
your youthful summer color is long departed
and in its stead stands the eloquence of aging with grace.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
As you hover on the edge of Spring,
your youthful summer color is long departed
and in its stead stands the eloquence of aging with grace.
I LOVE this. I take more pictures of the stages of this flower than most other things combined! Beautiful words!