Sunday, February 10, 2019 – A Pairing

Empty, and hungry for words, I troll the waters and snag some sweet ones with a description of a field in February that delights. And I remember leaning over flowers in a courtyard little more than a week ago, and one of the images I captured then that might pair nicely with the verses. And I put them together here.

February: Thinking of Flowers

Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white–the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.

A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .

Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.

by Jane Kenyon

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects. Author of The Presence of Absence: A Story About Busyness, Brokenness, and Being Beloved and Two Hearts: An Adoptee's Journey Through Grief to Gratitude.
  1. A perfect match of words and image!

  2. Your photo is perfection!

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