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.
Stand of eriophorum scheuchzeri near Tometräsk, Sweden: photo by Summe, 2008
Argyranthemum frutescens cv Vera 1: photo by Mark Pellegrini, 2009
Potetometer: Benedikt.Seidl, 2009
'laconic azure' - now there's a phrase...
ReplyDeleteYes, She is sometimes like that--blue and of few words.
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