Sunday, July 31, 2011

After the storm

It looks more like a parade has passed through than a storm. Even with all its violent energy, perhaps a storm is a kind of celebration? 

The greater difficulty, the more glory in surmounting it. Skillful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempests. 
~Epicurus

5 comments:

Lynn said...

That's so pretty! Postcard worthy ;D

dive said...

A beautiful photograph, Ms.M. So many colours and shapes.
Apologies for lowering the tone, but with all those petals and little catkins it looks like the aftermath of some wild arboreal orgy. I suppose Spring is now long gone and the plants don't need those parts any more as they race to get fruity for Autumn. Unburdened of all that lot, the trees and shrubs must be feeling as fresh and clean as the air after your storm.

Ms M said...

Thank you, Lynn! It does fit today's PDP theme, doesn't it.

Yes, Dive, it certainly looks like a botanical orgy took place. A kind of "Rite of Summer" ballet. The plants also seem to have more "spring in their swing".

Anonymous said...

purely accidental or random?
both perhaps -
if petals have tongues
they're sharing
fanciful
tales of how
howling in gusts
they maintained
their hue
together
chromatically
spectral harmony -
if we had their tongues to tell
after our storms -
then any better
fiction?

Ms M said...

Anon, I always appreciate your fascinating poems. :-)