Macro

frost bitten

I wept last night alone for loves lost, missed chances, hopes unfulfilled and those who I have known who are now dead. For the grey grief of the turning globe.

old and new

It is not wrong, I think, to mourn. To deny would be to cut out half the world.

highlit

What is sad, I think, is not to move the mind from loss to life.

budding

To miss the thrust of winter into spring.

drops

We are as fragile as the raindrop on the petal. It is our curse to know. And perhaps our consolation.

goldfinch

So when from grey sky and black branches there falls a shower of song we bathe in the bliss that is the blessing of our death.

15 Replies to “Macro”

  1. Gasp…how exquisite the photos and eloquent the words.

    (I want, must have, need a macro lens! But the price is almost as much as the camera.)

  2. > We are as fragile as the raindrop on the
    > petal. It is our curse to know. And perhaps
    > our consolation.

    And the beginning of self knowledge.

    Emily Dickinson once said:

    “Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.”

  3. Sorry rosie 🙂 hope it was good weepy not scritchy red-nose weepy.

    SCV, it is always the case that some poet somewhere has said it better before. Had I known the Emily Dickinson there would have been no need for more. That is indeed beautiful.

    Thank you all, there was a lovely light this morning and I had the camera with me, for a change.

  4. Lovely post all-round. I’m sorry you were sad, but then again, as you say, sadness is not always a bad thing.

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