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