Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Come again!
Gone is the thistle, freshly fallen.
Gone are spiny stems and purple petals.
Far flung the seeds of nettle
By finch and autumn breezes.
Come again thistle; come springtime!
Come with gifts of nectar and pollen!
Until then sleep the seed
So freshly fallen.
MOTO
Monday, October 13, 2008
i haVe a DreAm 08
Fallen are the flowers
That gave glory to God.
Faded are the petals,
Of white and black.
No more pollen or nectar
Only seed remains.
Fallen are the seeds of Martins refrain.
MOTO
Inspired by a photograph by stoodent8. Click on photograph to see his photostream.
That gave glory to God.
Faded are the petals,
Of white and black.
No more pollen or nectar
Only seed remains.
Fallen are the seeds of Martins refrain.
MOTO
Inspired by a photograph by stoodent8. Click on photograph to see his photostream.
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