To: JustAmy; yorkie; MEG33; jaycee; Mama_Bear; Billie; GodBlessUSA; LUV W; The Mayor; ST.LOUIE1; ...
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Pale and translucent as pink lemonade, the morning sun filtered its petals to pure lightness;
a saffron haze near the stem, pallid fuchsia at its tips, it yawns, unfurling its petals into the summer air laden with mist and amber seed.
The leaves cluster around its stem, as though protecting its emerald heart from the gardeners shears; every day an excruciating uncertainty;
the bees burrow deep into its fuzzy heart the way the pestle enters the mortar; their famished mouths can decimate the life from this fragile bloom.
Every day the gardener parks his rusty wheelbarrow by the garden gate, green with leaves and ivy, and considers plucking the precious blossom from the sill;
Caroline Misner
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10 posted on
08/01/2009 8:06:00 AM PDT by
Lady Jag
(Double your income. Fire the government)
To: Lady Jag
13 posted on
08/01/2009 8:12:44 AM PDT by
mylife
(The roar of the masses could be farts)
To: Lady Jag
The poet is an artist with words. Beautiful poem and graphic., Lady.
14 posted on
08/01/2009 8:16:03 AM PDT by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military Men And Women)
To: Lady Jag
LJ, I just love your dahlia poem and graphic! Thank you SO much for sharing it with us!
When I lived in TX, I grew dahlias with flowers as big as serving platters. They were so perfect, they looked sureal.
I have tried growing them up here in the High Desert, but no luck. :(
39 posted on
08/01/2009 9:12:26 AM PDT by
yorkie
To: Lady Jag
Pale and translucent as pink lemonade,
the morning sun filtered its petals
to pure lightness;
Perfectly describes your beautiful Dahlia. :)
78 posted on
08/01/2009 3:01:01 PM PDT by
Billie
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