At the risk of copyright infringement, your lovely photos remind me of Mary Oliver's lovely poem "Lilies."LILIESI have been thinkingabout livinglike the liliesthat blow in the fields.They rise and fallin the wedge of the wind,and have no shelterfrom the tongues of the cattle,and have no closets or cupboards,and have no legs.Still I would like to beas wonderfulas that old idea.But if I were a lilyI think I would wait all dayfor the green faceof the hummingbirdto touch me.What I mean is,could I forget myselfeven in those feathery fields?When van Goghpreached to the poorof course he wanted to have someone---most of all himself.He wasn't a lily,and wandering through the bright fieldsonly gave him more ideasit would take his life to solve.I think I will always be lonelyin this world, where the cattlegraze like a black and white river---where the ravishing liliesmelt, without protest, on their tongues---where the hummingbird, whenever there is a fuss,just rises and floats away.
what a wonderful poem! what a wonderful lily! what a wonderful way to begin my day. thanks. :)
Oh Simmons, thank you for this!
Isn't it, Ann? I love Mary Oliver. And thanks for the compliment on the lily. :-)
I love lillies. They are so beautiful.
Me too, Charlie. :-)
Hi Patty! Thanks :-)
Your post inspired me to buy some flowers at the market last night. :) I think they're mums, though. No lillies to be had.
Charlie, you've given me a big smile! It's so lovely to bring home fresh flowers--they brighten the whole place up.
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