May15

poppy.

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morning, out walking, seeing the sun hit just right, on this poppy

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‘of all of  the wonderful things in the wonderful universe,

nothing seems to me more surprising

than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof.

take that poppy seed, for instance;

it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter,

hardly visible, a speck, a pin’s point in bulk,

but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable,

which will break its bonds

and emerge from the dark ground

and blossom in a splendor so dazzling

as to baffle all powers of description. ‘

*Celia Thaxter

 

*Celia Thaxter,( 1835 – 1894) was an American writer of poetry and stories. For most of her life, she lived on the Isles of Shoales, a group of islands off the coasts of New Hampshire and Maine.

 

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    • It is about the light, and I was worried that I wouldn’t catch this beautiful rate of sunlight coming down with my phone. I was seeing it and I kept taking pictures, but it didn’t look like I was capturing it. Somehow I was able to capture some of it in the picture. Yes, usually they are used as sad memorials but they also are beautiful just on their own.

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