The Swaling Sunset

I look at the swaling sunset

And wish I could go also

Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.

I wish that I could go

Through the red doors where I could put off

My shame like shoes in the porch,

My pain like garments,

And leave my flesh discarded lying

Like luggage of some departed traveller

Gone one knows not where.

Then I would turn round,

And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,

I would laugh with joy.

In Shame and Trouble

D.H. Lawrence

Blue Flag

The summer comes with a march of the Blue Flags along the water's edge.

Saturday Warm Up

It's frigid out of doors and too cold to get an inspiring picture even though I tried. So today from the archives here's a bonus insect picture. Wishing for summer days on this middle February day. Have a nice weekend!

Blue Flags

I'm finding Blue Flags in places where they've never been before this year. I love how that beautiful violet (not blue) contrasts against the green of spring.

Blue Flag

"Holds Heaven not some cranny, Lord,
For a flower so tall and blue?"

All's well and all's well!
Gay the lights of Heaven show!
In some moist and Heavenly place
We will set it out to grow.
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Blue Flags

Summer must be near. The first Blue Flag appeared this morning.

Blue Flags appear in poetry and literature. Gene Stratton-Porter, an Indiana author, put them in her books. Anywhere you need a breath of summer you need a Blue Flag.

Just don't eat this delicate looking flower; it's poisonous to humans and animals. And the sap can cause dermatitis.

They grow wild in and near wetlands in Indiana.

Source: Wikipedia