Far mountains,
Cone by cone--
Contrive to climb
Once more from
This valley floor-- as
Statice pushes
Purple ribbons
To the sea.
A daisyring,
Remembered in a bee,
Evokes a dance
Above its hive.
By chance and such
Devices we survive.
It's what we do, yes,
I'll dance with you.
A wonderful poem and a fantastic photo. Thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteYou know, your poems draw beautiful things as I'm reading them... This time, a valley opening out to the sea, resplendent with pine trees and purple lavender and daisies.
ReplyDeleteAwesome picture of you two!
Wonderful re the poem and photograph. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a rich blessing to think in metaphors as you do, to be able to link the unexpected in a never ending dance - and you look like a couple of honeys :-)
ReplyDeletePS Just want to say that I really appreciate your comments and would comment more on your mind, if I wasn't so confounded - Chrome won't let me comment, and for some reason your blog doesn't show on my sidebar, so when I shift over to Internet Explorer you are not immediately on tap. Well I enjoy reading your words anyway. May they continue to flow and to both of you, Happy New Year.
Thanks, Lady M. I too don't understand Chrome or Google-plus, so I haven't really fiddled with them even though Google sort of forced them on me. I rely mainly on Firefox as a browser and have least trouble with it.
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