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.
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The first and fourth photos are my favorites, esp. the framing of the blossom on the fourth one.
You got a way with words, kid! Aren't those yellows beautiful this summer?
These floral festival is just dazzlingly good
So beautiful and so poetic. Dreamy!
Such lovely shots and even lovelier words!
Beautiful! I can see I'm going to need to bring some flowers indoors today.
Oh, my gosh, those are all gorgeous. It's too late this evening, but I'm going to treat myself to some flowers tomorrow.
Such realistic beauties--I can feel my allergies kicking in! All kidding aside, these are lovely, just like your words.
And thus the bard of Brattleboro tells it like it is, with exquisite images to accompany text, of course.
The images are all fine, brattcat, and I enjoy reading your poetic thoughts. You and I are so different . . .
ces fleurs sont magnifiques
Lovely! I especially like the 4th shot.
thanks everyone. jack, viva la difference.
Wow what beautiful shots.
Darryl and Ruth :)
What lovely arrangements - again!
Marvelous post Brattcat, images and words together.
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