Thursday, November 18, 2010

First Hard Frost

"I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a
climbing rose is
bordered with frost,  

the autumn counterpart of the dewdrops of

summer dawns.

The feathery leaves of yarrow are thick with

silver rime

and dry thistle heads rise like goblets plated with

silver catching the sun."

- Edwin Way Teale


  1. This whole page was breathtaking, Hollyberry --- photos and poetry were just suited for each other. Please consider framing the photos -- maybe with the poem. If not framing it, scrapbook it!

  2. Thank you for your kind words Leah, Renee and Lecia. It's amazing what it around us, EVERYDAY, if we take a moment to look.