looking at spring, outside the patio door
inside the solarium, waiting to summer outside
Marja-Leena | 24/04/2008 | 5 comments
Your flowers remind me of this poem by Colette:
An almanac religion connects us to a flower,
even a puny one,
when it symbolizes a season,
to its color,
when it commemorates a saint,
to its scent,
if it painfully takes us back
to a lost bliss.
Hi Taina! Thank you for this very appropriate, thought provoking and lovely poem! By Colette, eh?
Beautiful, rich reds in soft, splayed petals. Isn't spring fun?
so rich - look good enough to eat!
mb - yes, spring IS fun, watching the myriads of flowers appear.
Lucy - glad you like!