Before the first flake falls
the dried wild flower
shares a flurry of beauty.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Before the first flake falls
the dried wild flower
shares a flurry of beauty.
Thanks for dropping by! Love the poetry in words and images.
final beauty observed. Lovely words
Beautiful image and words
A fantastic image and a poem to compare. Really good post.
My last blog considers a man who specialised in multimodal texts. Give it a read if you get the chance.
fabulous!
Love the photo and the poem.
Nice capture – both image and words!
Lovely and delicate against the hard gray backdrop of the dried stems. I love to gather the dried things in the fall.
Beautiful image & words!
Such a delicate, lacy image
a beauty — the words and image.
Love it!
seedbud…
interesting and beautiful
that’s what your photos and poems are…
i’m honored by your visit
and thank you for liking “my garden”…
-je-
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Beautiful image and poem.
lovely
Wonderful capture! I’m stunned.