Thursday, August 11, 2011

Sweet Pea Riffs

The thin skin of the petals, the scent, the way they hold light but also let it pass through.  The glow of them.  The quiet of them.  The gentle way they breathe, short and even sips. The distance of one petal from another.  

The way they attract light in a dim room.  A bouquet of them a lamp.  Looking at them, the heart blossoms.  Their elegant, slender stems. Their helpless gorgeous song, a praise poem to soft colours.

The yes of them.  The sweet silence.  The tendrils, tenacious and restrained.  The wildness they hold inside while pretending to be merely sweet, though how sweet they are. 

They are a kindness bequeathed to light, to bedazzlement....

But shadows adore them, too, and become fragrant with innocence.

A held breath, released, offered.

1 comment:

  1. these photos and your lovely words speak to me...


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