Finding love close
within fertile layers.
I anchor my heart
to the curves of the current.
Free to shift and yield
the range of this phrase riding a beam of light.
Long months of ripping away.
Lofting tatters connect and rise,
redeemed.
Backyard Garden, Blacksburg, VA- May 25, 2013

I sense a time of profound centering for you ~ finding a balance between what was and what will be. This flower embodies redemption.
ReplyDeleteHeavens ,,,the perfect Iris.....breathtaking,,,,,,,,,,
ReplyDeleteGorgeous, Teri! Wonderful photograph and words!
ReplyDeleteOh Teri your photo and poem are both exquisite!
ReplyDeletepoignant words and such vibrant colour in the photograph - beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love that curves are still finding voice in your words...
ReplyDeleteA beautiful flower, beautiful photo:) Regards
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