So bright in death I used to say,
So beautiful through frost and cold!
A lovelier thing I know to-day,
The leaf is growing old,
And wears in grace of duty done,
The gold and scarlet of the sun.
Sunday Sayings: Margaret Sangster’s ‘A Maple Leaf’ poem paired with this photo of a fiery, fallen hydrangea leaf seemingly rising out of the snow
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This might be my new mostest favorite photograph of yours. Less is more is shy to speak up here. Beauty.
ah thank you Neil – minimalism can speak volumes!
Sunny memories rising from the snow
that would make a very nice opener for a poem – thank you Diana (I stopped by your website but gather you are away as comments are closed for now)
Gorgeous is the word that springs to mind. Beautiful work.
many thanks Bridgette – the epitome of Frost’s fire and ice 😉