saturday poem

Revolutionary Petunias

The Nature of this flower is to bloom.
Rebellious. Living.
Against the Elemental Crush.
A Song of Color.
Blooming
For Deserving Eyes. 
Blooming Gloriously
For its Self.

Alice Walker

Indeed! (Found via)

Andre Brasilier found via vendredi

transience

I love flowers.
I buy myself a bunch every week.  EXTRAVAGANCE!

(all from my 'likes' page on my pinterest)

images found here

I know nothing

I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up

I stand on mountain tops believing
that avalanches will teach me to let go

I know
nothing

but I am here to learn.

-- Shane Koyczan

(image: my mum's rose)

Comes The Dawn

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.

--  Veronica A. Shoffstall

Flowers

Flowers. I always start my week with them.
I think a beautiful arrangement is the closest i will ever get to owning an old Dutch master still life.

Simple pleasures!

Here's this weeks.....

top image from Amy Merrick . She is amazing.

image by Marina Richter via blacktaiga