poetry within

Time and again, the smallest things in nature captivate and astonish me. This tiny bouquet is a single blossom of our hedge maple – the first tree to bud each year, in whose branches flocks of goldfinches sing, in whose dappled shade we rest, a tree whose citrine leaves in autumn are the last to fall, a tree whose leafless limbs frame the winter moon.

poetry within

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.

~Gustave Flaubert (1821 – 1880)

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