Day 254 – It Wasn’t Night

It Wasn't Night #1

Day 254

February: Thinking of Flowers by Jane Kenyon

Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.Nothing but white–the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on the immense tide.

A single green sprouting thing
would restore me. . . .

Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily.

I have typed in line after line tonight and deleted line after line.Β  I just have nothing to say.Β  The sky may as well be falling, because that is unheard of.Β  But, with nothing to say tonight, I am going to say have a wonderful Saturday and stop right here.

It Wasn't Night # 3

It Wasn’t Night #2

25 thoughts on “Day 254 – It Wasn’t Night

    • I didn’t have a favorite either, so I just posted them together. I deleted a lot of so-so shots and a couple of blurry “wonders”.
      My happy Saturday has been extremely hectic and now I am dealing with two 12 year old girls who think that they are 16 or 17 – my daughter has a friend sleeping over. Either I am hopelessly uncool, or they are too cool for words.

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