Monday, January 11, 2010

Ahhhh, Spring

Bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis)

(photo courtesy of  little sister, the "Holly" of KaHolly)

What time the earliest ferns unfold 
And meadow cowslips count their gold,
A countless multitude they stood,
A Milky Way within the wood.
White are my dreams, but whiter still,
The bloodroot on the lonely hill,
Lovely and pure my visions rise,
To fade before my yearning eyes;
But on that day I thought I trod
'Mid the embodied dreams of God.
Tho' frail those flowers, tho' brief their sway, 
They sanctified one perfect day;
And tho' the summer may forget,
In my rapt soul they blossom yet.
-Danske Dandridge



Laura Trevey said...

so beautiful ~~~

Niesz Vintage Home said...

How much looongerrrr? (said in the whiney voice of a child during a long car ride). LOL

I can't tell you how excited I get by the first little peeks of green pushing through snow.

Kimberly :-)

DeniseinVA said...

This photo is lovely but when enlarged it is much more so, just gorgeous! Loved the poem also. Thank you for sharing them.

Lorac said...

Bloodroot is a favorite of mine. When I was a little girl, walking to school, bloodroot grew all along the forested path I walked. I used to paint myself with the "blood" from the stems and take the flowers home to my Mother, a little worse for the wear!