The flower has turned to pod
the warmth of the sun belies the bite in the breeze
everything flows.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
The flower has turned to pod
the warmth of the sun belies the bite in the breeze
everything flows.
Your “Indian paintbrush” is a favorite of mine, common in UK, local names for it include “hen and chickens” “fox and cubs” not as evocative as Indian paintbrush, but you can see where they get if from. It was growing in the North Yorkshire garden that got in to my blog a few months ago. Love your photos but can’t compete in poetry stakes, keep i up! fenella
Love seed bud photos! 🙂
Lovely poem and image.
Your photo reminded me of how much I enjoy watching the plants change with the seasons. Thanks
Beautiful. “Everything flows.”
Like the Heraclitus tag as well.
Tom
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Your posts are meditation for me. Beautiful blog. Beautiful writing. Thank you for taking the time to share your gifts.
That’s an especially lovely bit of verse, seedbud!
It seems my hectic life slows for a moment as I read your verse and enjoy the tranquility of your photos.Blessings – Patty
Simple things – they are the best. Thanks for sharing.