O Love, O Wind, O Rose

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The Promise Garden roses are in full bloom and the rain and sunshine has created such loveliness that no image can portray their beauty.  We have been out and about in the gardens photographing them for the studio and photography prints and a sneak peek will appear here soon on the blog.  There is surely nothing more beautiful that the rose and pair that with poetry, perfection!

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The Rose & The Wind

DAWN
The Rose

WHEN, think you, comes the Wind,
The Wind that kisses me and is so kind?
Lo, how the Lily sleeps! her sleep is light;
Would I were like the Lily, pale and white!
Will the Wind come?

The Beech

Perchance for you too soon.

The Rose

If not, how could I live until the noon?
What, think you, Beech-tree, makes the Wind delay?
Why comes he not at breaking of the day?

The Beech

Hush, child, and, like the Lily, go to sleep.

The Rose

You know I cannot.

The Beech

Nay, then, do not weep.

(After a pause)

Your lover comes, be happy now, O Rose!
He softly through my bending branches goes.
Soon he shall come, and you shall feel his kiss.

The Rose

Already my flush’d heart grows faint with bliss;
Love, I have long’d for you through all the night.

The Wind

And I to kiss your petals warm and bright.

The Rose

Laugh round me, Love, and kiss me; it is well.
Nay, have no fear, the Lily will not tell.

MORNING
The Rose

’T was dawn when first you came; and now the sun
Shines brightly and the dews of dawn are done.
’T is well you take me so in your embrace;
But lay me back again into my place,
For I am worn, perhaps with bliss extreme.

The Wind

Nay, you must wake, Love, from this childish dream.

The Rose

’T is you, Love, who seem changed; your laugh is loud,
And ’neath your stormy kiss my head is bow’d
O Love, O Wind, a space will you not spare?

The Wind

Not while your petals are so soft and fair.

The Rose

My buds are blind with leaves, they cannot see,—
O Love, O Wind, will you not pity me?

EVENING
The Beech

O Wind, a word with you before you pass;
What did you to the Rose that on the grass
Broken she lies and pale, who lov’d you so?

The Wind

Roses must live and love, and winds must blow.*

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*Philip Bourke Marston (1850–87

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My T U L I P Prayer 4 U

JayJacy.comMy T U L I P Prayer 4 U

T 4 Thankfulness
U 4 Understanding
L 4 Love
I 4 Inspiration
P 4 Patience

T U L I P

All of these we need and more.
We have so much to be thankful 4!
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Baby It’s Cold Outside

It’s certainly been a very very cold and snowy winter here in the Promise Gardens this winter and late fall! The temp today is 6 degrees and very icy so I can only observe from windows. It is snowing again and the sun is shining at the same time…awesome!

“THE SPECKLED sky is dim with snow,
The light flakes falter and fall slow;
Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale,
Silently drops a silvery veil;
And all the valley is shut in
By flickering curtains gray and thin.”
_John T. Trowbridge

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Oh Paeonia…

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“Love! thou art leading me from wintry cold,
 “Lady! thou leadest me to summer clime,
“And I must taste the blossoms that unfold
“In its ripe warmth this gracious morning time.”
 So said, his erewhile timid lips grew bold,
 And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme:
Great bliss was with them, and great happiness
Grew, like a lusty flower in June’s caress”
John Keats

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This is the amazing Peony (Paeonia) which are now in full bloom in my gardens.  They are my favorite plant (flowers) and Rose my second favorite.  We have many in the Promise Gardens, over 30 Paeonia species of all types and colors.  I fear it will rain them away before the formal photographs are shot this week!  This is the newest and it was so large that had I known I might have entered into a “largest peony flower contest”) or something like that.  When it was ready to start losing its petals, I brought it indoors for a vase to enjoy  its last days.  The petals filled the desk and floor and the aroma perfumed the room!  As I walk the gardens and breathe their glorious aroma, I am transfixed and of course, John Keats poetry came to mind.   Isn’t it just “oh so lovely” and I wish I could share the aroma with you too!  x0x

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