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.
Here comes the sun
10 hours ago
7 comments:
I just love these milkweed shots but then again I am a mon@rch!
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.
Simply beautiful,beautiful.
You have given character and personality to milkweed that now is not just another plant.
The images are exquisite.
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.
So beautiful... images and words. And, I love your new blog header... very nice photo!
Milkweed inspiration--- the promises of the spring that will be coming.
Love the way you captured the feathery plumes
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!
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