Gladly Beyond

We headed down to Pike county to visit the folks recently. My mom is a gardener and good at it! It looks like a lush jungle of plants. I can never stop taking pictures of the flowers.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

E.E. Cummings

Three baby birds ready for dinner. I used mega zoom to get this close up. click on the pic and notice their eyes...Not even open yet! Translucent even!

This is an old house overgrown with vines near Big Canoe. We romped through the tall grass and snapped this one shot and then my camera died and wouldn't come back on. Hopefully we will take a few more later. It is hard not to imagine what this must have been like years ago..in its prime. Children running in and out, maybe a barn with animals, maybe a modest home. Now the windows are all nailed shut and the ivy has taken over...however, the mailbox still stands. Maybe I'll send a letter...

1 comment:

  1. sigh. breath. smile. tear.

    this post made me do all of those things twice-over.

    i miss you sarahkate.