There are more waves to come but today we’ll have something a little different.
Autumn
The rosy florets of bay willow
By hoary breath of some enchanter
Are translated into feathery plumes,
White as angel wings,
And leaves, brittle red and papery thin,
Carpet the thirsty brown soil.
Margaret Gill
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A glorious image Louis, complimented by your wife’s superb poem. Great post!
Thanks Elena. I appreciate your comment – and so does Margaret!
The poem is very, very nice, and the image, too. You captured the fluffiness!! It’s called Fireweed here in the US Pacific Northwest, and grows everywhere – railroad tracks, roadsides. Where I used to live (NY), it was uncommon, so I’m enjoying being able to watch its seasonal changes. It’s as beautiful now as when in full bloom. thanks! Here are links to fireweed photos on my Flickr page:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lynnwohlers/7789403458/in/photostream
Many thanks. Because it is so prolific it seems to be known by many alternative names, many of them local. As a child I knew the flowers as ‘Tipton Wakes’ because the beginning of the flowering season usually coincided with the arrival of the annual Fair in our town, Tipton.
So subtle and gentle … 🙂
I’m well pleased with this photo. The enlarged version captures the lightness and ‘feathery’ qualities of the seed heads.
A very nice photograph. I like the subtle colour tones, the intricate web of fluffy plant “hair” and the contrasty purple coloured flower way out of the centre. And yes, Margaret’s poem is a little gem. Like the flower.
Many thanks Otto. I appreciate your comments.