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Tuesday, 12 May 2009



The green world thinks the sun
Into one flower, then outraces
It to the sea in sunken pipes.
But twisting in sleep to poetry
The blood pumps its flares out
Of earth and scatters them. And
They become, when they shine on
Beauty to honor her, a part of
Her laconic azure, her façade.

File:Argyranthemum frutescens cv Vera 1.jpg


Stand of eriophorum scheuchzeri near Tometräsk, Sweden: photo by Summe, 2008

Argyranthemum frutescens cv Vera 1: photo by Mark Pellegrini, 2009

: Benedikt.Seidl, 2009


Zephirine said...

'laconic azure' - now there's a phrase...

TC/BTP said...

Yes, She is sometimes like that--blue and of few words.