Saturday, July 28, 2012

the petaled bards of summer

 enter the house on thin legs
 gaze wide eyed at the small black piano
 mingle their perfume with the aroma of baked oats and honey
rest like swans upon the kitchen table 
and murmur poems in a language known only to ants.

16 comments:

Kate said...

The first and fourth photos are my favorites, esp. the framing of the blossom on the fourth one.

Birdman said...

You got a way with words, kid! Aren't those yellows beautiful this summer?

James Wei said...

These floral festival is just dazzlingly good

Lowell said...

So beautiful and so poetic. Dreamy!

Sharon said...

Such lovely shots and even lovelier words!

Melissa said...

Beautiful! I can see I'm going to need to bring some flowers indoors today.

Bibi said...

Oh, my gosh, those are all gorgeous. It's too late this evening, but I'm going to treat myself to some flowers tomorrow.

Lynette said...

Such realistic beauties--I can feel my allergies kicking in! All kidding aside, these are lovely, just like your words.

Doug Hickok said...

And thus the bard of Brattleboro tells it like it is, with exquisite images to accompany text, of course.

Jack said...

The images are all fine, brattcat, and I enjoy reading your poetic thoughts. You and I are so different . . .

kenkiz said...

ces fleurs sont magnifiques

JM said...

Lovely! I especially like the 4th shot.

brattcat said...

thanks everyone. jack, viva la difference.

Living In Williamsburg Virginia said...

Wow what beautiful shots.

Darryl and Ruth :)

Library Jewel said...

What lovely arrangements - again!

PerthDailyPhoto said...

Marvelous post Brattcat, images and words together.