This is a year of poppies: our land
was overflowing with them when I returned
between May and June, and got drunk
on a wine so sweet, so dark.
From cloudy mulberry to grain to meadow,
ripeness was all, in a gentle
heat, a slow drowsiness
spread throughout the green universe.
Now at life's midpoint, I've seen
grown-up sons go off alone
and disappear beyond the net of flights
the swallow keeps to in the spent glow
Of stormy evening,
and the pain gave way
naturally to the lights of home,
of another dinner in air refreshed,
by hail unleashed in the distance.
Harsh lighting to this shot but it exemplifies the beautiful sunshine you had taking it. I'm tipsy from reading that poem. Think i'll have me a taste of some wine for dinner tonight.
This image makes me feel like I've just tiptoed into a little private grove in the woods and discovered the precious flower that has managed to grow in the one narrow shaft of light... this reminds me of the little crepe-paper flowers I made as a child... I love your use of light, the transparent petals, the highlighted hairs on the stem...I guess I see this image as being more cheery than you do... BEAUTIFUL either way :-)
love those hairy stems and the beautiful colour .. great shot judy ...
you love those poems dont you ?? .. i'm too impatient ..
and you're the one who said she had a short attention span .. !!.. i reckon i could beat you hands down .. :)..
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