Everything is Blooming


posted their latest 
collaborative piece
yesterday.

As inspiration for their individual
 photo contributions,
they featured this quote
by Rainer Maria Rilke:

Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking
into the heart of the night.


As I watched the bees flit
from branch to branch
at the tip top of the vine maple
outside my second-floor window
and caught sight of swallows
playing chase in my garden
and back to the pond,
I remembered thinking yesterday
that my side yard 
looked like a riot of color
had erupted all of a sudden.

But these rioters
don't announce their presence
with bullhorns.
They don't shriek or even warble
into the heart of the night.


Instead, they
merely whisper:


"Spring is here.
And I am evidence."

     

Comments

Anonymous said…
i so love the "whispers"of spring
Kat Mortensen said…
I love that "I am evidence" whisper. Very nice.

Kat
I think you are the beauty whisperer! Just a lovely pairing of thoughts and images.
beth said…
beautiful flowers....

ps...we made our reservations for our trip in august and we're staying two nights at the stephanie inn in cannon beach, oregon.....

the wedding stuff is taking a bit more of our time than we thought, but that's what family is all about :)
A.Smith said…
Spring is coming down here with very timid, almost unexpected steps. Yes the Columbines are a riot of color and Zepherine Drouhan is budding up her incredible perfumed gifts, the peach tree has tiny little promises of sweetness for the summer, the weather is simply unpredictable and my basil is about to commit suicide jumping from their little cowpots to the raised beds. Other than that I wish you would come down so we can have a glass of wine and watch the hummingbirds dancing by the feeders. Hugs from here.
ELK said…
yes indeed .perfect fit with the poem!
Delwyn said…
Hi Meri

I love the soft murmurings of your spring harbingers...
they have a quiet style..

Happy days

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