I’m not afraid, though storm clouds menace me,
obscuring all the known, the safe and sweet,
though lightning slashes through the dark and sleet
to make its fury all that I can see–
For under it, still in the garden’s bed,
lie roses, graceful guardians of peace,
to shelter me until the storm should cease,
and blue convolvulus, whose trumpets said–
The rain announces plenty, growth and life,
and nothing terrible amid its fires
can conquer me, so strong are my desires
and will, that they defeat such earthly strife–
And I will spread my wings and rise, remade,
Lovely, uplifting words and pretty photos, Kathryn. xx
Thank you, my sweet. Birds and flowers. You know me, I just can’t resist!
Thanks for the visual beauty & poetic splendor, my dear honey child…
Thank you, my sweet, I am so glad you enjoyed it.
Such beautiful blooms in your photos, Kathryn. It won’t be long now before all of ours are gone for the season.
Those blooms were among the ones I enjoyed on our summer trip. The showy little convolvulus were pouring out of a set of very impressive planters in Oregon at a little high-end resort that I fear may be suffering a bit from the economic downturn in terms of the businesses on the premises, but their gardeners were nonetheless vigilant, so our pit-stop there was a regular park ramble!
Oh, this is lovely, Kathryn, your words are of strength and inspiration and your photo is gorgeous! Much love and many hugs to you, my friend!
May you have plenty of strength and inspiration as needed! Big hugs and love right back, dear Lauren!