"A Sensitive plant in a garden grew
and the young winds fed it with silver dew
and it opened its fan-like leaves to the light
and closed them beneath the kissed of night."
"The Sensitive Plant
by Percy Bysshe Shelly,1820
This poem expresses much better then I will ever be able to what I would like to focus my work and my blog on in the New Year. Finding amazing beauty in the most ordinary of places.
2 comments:
wow! Cool pottery,
If your reader want to grow that sensitive plant go to www.sensitiveplant.com and watch it move when you Tickle It! Way cool plant
Love this poem Nancy!
As I look out on my garden (when the snow melts that is) I am sure this will come to mind.
You know, your beautiful vases actually make me think of a wonderful garden coated with a soft layer of snow.
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