“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
~Henri Cartier-Bresson



Sunday, March 30, 2008

Gardenspeak

Old Dog

Feeling the sun on my back
I took a picture of my old dog.
She must know how this warmth,
reaching down to your bones,
makes you feel yellow
like daisies,
makes you feel green
like the hills.

>>>^<<<

Showoff

Something has happened in a corner of my garden.
The azalea has acquired an attitude
and there's nothing I can do about it,
but watch.

>>>^<<<

Adornment

The lady is wearing sweet alyssum in her hair
Should I tell her that, later on,
with blossoms, come bees.

>>>^<<<

3 comments:

castlewon said...

when your garden speaks, I listen!

Cathy said...

Your poems? How lovely.

If not . . . still lovely.

" warmth . . . makes you feel yellow like daisies .. ."

Also - the resignation in having to just stand by as the azalea struts her stuff! :0D

Wonderful. The words. The picutres.

farmlady said...

Thanks Cathy,
Yes, the poems are mine.