Tuesday, May 17, 2011

God's Brush Stroke Strikes Again

Lightly damp from freshly fallen rain.

Lovely enough for a bride's bouquet.

With every leaf a miracle . . . and from this bush in the door-yard,
With delicate-colour'd blossoms, and heart-shaped leaves of rich green
A sprig with its flower, I break.

- Walt Whitman, When Lilacs Last in the Door-Yard Bloom'd
(III, Leaves of Grass)