Saturday, July 21, 2012

One White Flower Lay

"Three white flowers together grew,
Where the rough winds never blow,
In a pleasant place,
Hedged about with tender care,
Pure as snow and very fair,
With a gentle grace.
Three white flowers bent each to each,
Whispering low in airy speech,
Telling of their dreams,
Made of moonlight and of dew,
Woven of the bending blue
And the warm sunbeams."

J.D.H. Browne - Three White Flowers

Sunday, July 15, 2012

MySpot: Dogwoods Blazing Bloody Red

*Ph/ Dreamboy
"I want to tell you how they blush and turn in fiery shame and joy,
how their love burns with flames consuming and terrible
until we wake one morning and woods are like a smoldering plain -- (...)

Earth changes to red clay
with green grass growing brightly..."
Margaret Walker - October Journey

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Under Every Tree Is a Shadow

"He shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water,
that brings forth its fruit in its season,
whose leaf also shall not wither;
and whatever he does shall prosper."
Psalm 1:3

Sunday, July 1, 2012

And White Ones Become Luminous

"As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled,
when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their
stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force."
Dante Alighieri - Inferno