Friday, November 16, 2007

The sage in the field

His silver head is beginning to bow,
the slender figure bending with autumn’s chill.

Weathered, gnarled fingers curl
where strong arms reached toward summer’s sun.

Casting stories aloft on a breeze,
memories to take life, come spring.

Tell me another, and another,
again,
Grandfather.





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7 comments:

mon@rch said...

I just love these milkweed shots but then again I am a mon@rch!

Cathy said...

Oh Nina! Lovely. Lovely.

You've captured the sense of autumn's milkweed with gentle whimsy.

I swear I have a picture so very similar to your first one. I took it 25 years ago.

cestoady said...

Simply beautiful,beautiful.

You have given character and personality to milkweed that now is not just another plant.

The images are exquisite.

RuthieJ said...

Pretty pictures, Nina. I can't help but think of all the new milkweed plants that will grow next spring to help produce more monarchs.

Jennifer said...

So beautiful... images and words. And, I love your new blog header... very nice photo!

Endment said...

Milkweed inspiration--- the promises of the spring that will be coming.
Love the way you captured the feathery plumes

Kerri said...

I have several shots of milkweed and they look so much like the shots you've posted...how neat! I haven't posted mine yet...I am going to label them "fuzzies" because that's what I think of when I see these.

Very nice shots!