White Flowers..

As you can tell, flowers are playing a big part in blog right now..., what can I say?  I make no apologies, they're beautiful, inspiring, wonderful and challenging to photograph, and mostly they bring great joy.  

Here is Mary Olivers exquisite poem "White Flowers"... Enjoy...

White Flowers

By Mary Oliver

Last night

in the fields

I lay down in the darkness

to think about death,

but instead I fell asleep,

as if in a vast and sloping room

filled with those white flowers

that open all summer,

sticky and untidy,

in the warm fields.

When I woke

the morning light was just slipping 

in front of the stars,

and I was covered

with blossoms.

I don't know

how it happened - 

I don't know

if my body went diving down

under the sugary vines

in some sleep - sharpened affinity

with the depths, or whether

that green energy

rose like a wave

and curled over me, claiming me

in its husky arms.

I pushed them away, but I didn't rise.

Never in my life had i felt so plush,

or so slippery,

or so resplendently empty.

Never in my life had I felt myself so near

that porous line

where my own body was done with

and the roots and the stems and the flowers

began.