A thousand silent words~

In silence,

with no fanfare,

you blew your crimson trumpet

and heralded the snow.

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Alice Folkart said…

Looks as if these flowers are indoors and the snow outdoors. Flowers look just a wee bit smug, showing off the transparency of their petals, sticking out their stamens in that saucy way, even exhibiting a bud. Hard for we children of warm climes to understand the impact of a flower, a red bloom and green spiky leaves on people who've been living in cold grayness for months. The poem expands the photo, blows breath into it - yes, no fanfare - just doing our job lady - and the photo pulsates with life. Very nice, Ruth.

January 6, 2010 at 1:33 PM

Michelle said…

What a beautiful picture.

January 6, 2010 at 10:30 PM

Wanda said…

In silence, with no fanfare, I stand in awe of this beauty.

January 8, 2010 at 1:30 AM

Lisa said…

What a perfect, beautiful poem, Ruth! I love it, and what a beautiful photo!!

January 11, 2010 at 2:14 PM

Bob Sanchez said…

Beautiful flowers and poem, Ruth.

Bob

January 20, 2010 at 11:48 AM

Anonymous said…

I keep coming over here to look at this marvelous photo--the brilliant reds, the sparkling snow, the sun shining through...

P.S. Thanks for your kind words over at Rusty Truck.

Barry

January 26, 2010 at 6:07 PM

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