Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Sweet pea

In several gardens in the neighborhood sweet pea trails across fences, winds its way up lattices, runs wild through flowerbeds.
And while walking by, breathe: Sweet scent, sweet pea.
But don’t eat the peas; they are poisonous.
Still, the glow of sunset through their blossoms is exquisite.

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Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
~ Boris Pasternak

1 comment:

Katie said...

Beautiful photo! I love sweet peas, although I don't see a lot of them growing in people's gardens in my neighborhood. I miss that scent!!