No wildflower man, but of all he saw
worth a mention once or twice
in his lifetime—suggesting value
in the time invested for a boy’s
inspection. Too delicate to touch,
what could we know of grace
refined by harsh survival,
each tangent honed to fit and fly
by millennia of failures?
Perhaps heaven-sent by night
to find transcending daylight
well-apart from the myopic zeal
of mortals, these long stems arched
above the grass on steep and damp
north slopes just waiting to be seen.








Stunningly beautiful – flowers and verses . . . A gift of grace!
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Thanks, Peter. The Sierra Shooting Star is inspiring 🙂
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Fantastic how you convert a great photo to great prose.
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Thanks, Richard. Finding grace as it has adapted and evolved in nature leaves much to aspire to for mankind, most unattainable, but humbling and rewarding to observe, Miraculous, really.
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