Opening bud
Caught on young poppy bud
Buds and capsule
Origin of Life
The auto focus of my little Lumix
simply refused to cooperate -
still, I really liked this scene at the lily pond.
After all, it may have taken a microscope
to catch the action of living things
in what appeared outwardly only inanimate matter.
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame."
But lasts within a leavèd rhyme
All that the world of me esteems --
My withered dreams, my withered dreams."
Quoted from "The Poppy"
By Francis Thompson
((1859 - 1907))
in the Alpine Garden
of the Belvedere
May 2009
Hi Merisi,
ReplyDeleteas one of my daughters is named Poppy I am particularly partial to poppies...
and your wonderful photos do them justice.
thanks and
Happy Days
The first three photos are amazing! The first poppy almost doesn't look real.....more like tissue paper enveloped by a green case. Just amazing, Merisi!
ReplyDelete~Allie
The poppy head looks quite ferocious with its jaws stuffed with orange satin.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos and poem.
thank you
I love how you include quotes! The photos are beautiful.
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem and pics!
ReplyDeleteDon't you just love it when they pop their tops, or bend under the burden of water droplets?
ReplyDeleteeach season has its stars... in here also the poppy is blossoming.
ReplyDeleteHere poppies have already done away with their "fur coats"...
ReplyDeleteIt's wonderful to look at your blog as usual.
Is this the Lumis again?
ReplyDeleteDivine...
Poppies are some of my favorites! And this poetry is exquisite...you are a master!!! ~Janine
ReplyDeleteSo dreamlike . . .
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