One day in August,
a few years ago,
I went for a walk
Camera in tow.
I passed some thistles
With seeds downy ripe
A fine breeze tugged at
Each seed's fluffy kite.
Could I catch the dance
Of down in the breeze?
Could my fingers and
lens do it? Oh, please!
This little fairy
Danced free-what delight!
And flew on its way
Playing in the light.
Another puff came,
More fairies danced free:
They followed the first
Skipping through the trees.
9 comments:
Beautiful--both the photos and poem! Makes me long for those late summer days!
Beautiful post!
Many blessings!
Oh Dimple this is beautiful the words and the thistles. I cannot wait to see thistles the snow is gone but the cold remains. Hug B
Lovely! Thank you for sharing ...
It's so much fun when you can get your camera to catch a nature miracle...lovely poetry/story too :)
You have caught the picture beautifully, both in words and with camera.
Thistles have a certain nobility about them, and you've well managed to capture it in your pictures. The little poem complements the pictures with its lovely rhytm and rhyming.
Love your sweet poem -- thistles are usually not a welcome sight around here, but I like your fluffy images. :)
Lovely!
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