Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Ocotillo: a poem with pictures



I'm naked when my flowers bloom.
My thorns are laid bare,
And embarassment shines
On my red cheeks.

When it rains I drape myself
In green velvet to my toes.
I feel beautiful
Both without and with my clothes.

2 comments:

Watery Tart said...

very nice... then, I always like a little nudity.

Rayna M. Iyer said...

I finally found your blog, Marjorie, and it is really lovely. I know I could have asked you to send me the link to your blog, but I liked the idea of waiting till the time was right, and it revealed itself to me.

And I love everything about it- your posts are insightful, your photographs professional, and your kids gorgeous. Keep them coming (and now I have bookmarked it, so will not lose it).