Thursday, August 11, 2016

Thursday Poem - In Passing

How swiftly the strained honey
of afternoon light
flows into darkness

and the closed bud shrugs off
its special mystery
in order to break into blossom:

as if what exists, exists
so that it can be lost
and become precious

Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together

1 comment:

Guy said...

Lovely poem and such a creative way to capture this photo. This is something I will have to try.