Sunday, May 06, 2012

About dogwoods

I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order. 
~John Burroughs 

The poetry of the earth is never dead. 
~John Keats


Anonymous said...

fingertip paradise -
elongated water
drops clinging to a dog
wood petal
's velvet under
invite an index
finger to stretch an
line: a lake
with invisible
waves just
eyelashes, then
velvet rubs a cheek
or between fingertips,
textures define a life
if this touch
touches what seems too inward
to reach

Ms M said...

Your poem touches me very much, Anon xxoo

altadenahiker said...

Much as I like all of these, the top one is work of art.

Katie said...

Gorgeous! Dogwoods really are beautiful; wish they grew better where I live.

Ms M said...

Thank you, Altadenahiker; the top photo is my favorite, too. The light was just perfect at that moment.

And thank you, Katie. Dogwoods will grow here, but they need to be sheltered somewhat during winter.

Margaret said...

Those are all so beautiful. They really brightened my stuck-inside day.

Ms M said...

Thank you, Margaret. Glad to oblige :-)