... sometimes my roots are too deep, friend Geo ... Love, cat.
Dear Cat, Not an uncommon predicament. Good thing too!
Beautiful-verse and photo. The life of that summer snowflake is a blessed thing.
Blessed? Yes, Tom, so far. I say "lucky" but we both know it's the same thing. Thanks.
But your heart and soul spreads far and wide, Geo.
As does yours to me, Arleen. Happy Valentine's Day.
I feel like that summer snowflake at times.R
Dear Rick, I do too --or maybe we just feel it all the time but sometimes more keenly that other times.
And sometimes the parachute billows and carries me along and sometimes it sags so, so low and pulls me down.
Joanne, you express my feeling exactly. This morning, in fact, some turbulence kept me from getting up because I felt panicky. Yet, here we are --happy Valentine's Day!
Sweet flower and sweet poetic rendition of it! The blossom does look so like a little parachute, you are right :)
O_Jenny, with any luck we get an occasional updraft. I credit love --especially today.
Dear Geo., I love your poem! So you call the 'Maerzenbecher' (= cup of march) 'summer snowflake! Here in Berlin I see them each pre-spring in a special frontgarden - just now they pop up and give us hope that spring will not be too far. I love the image of the parchuter, haven't looked at tzem that way. To me they resembled the heavy white dresses of peasant girls in the past. 'Roots in the ground' are good - tumbeling from great hights gives me mixed feelings - but you havecyiur parachute andvwill be well trained before you come down to earth, i hope. And what assures me in that hope: in Germany tge Summer Snowflake is under nature-protection-law, so you are are safe.
PS: i hope that the text was complete- I sent it from a tiny tablet and could not see it all.
Most kind, dear Brigitta. Text is indeed complete and I admire your expertise in the the use of tiny tablets. I do hope your weekend was a success and your exam went well. You are remarkable --Brava!
This was relaxing, looking at photo and words. Almost appears the flower is worshipping.
Dear Susan, "worshipping" --you phrase it most elegantly.
This was lovely and with the perfect photo, Geo. It describes flowers and humans perfectly.
Most kind, Sandra. Thank you.