sphere of pillowed sky
one faceless gathering of blue
shyly, I want to sit by you
old globe come home
a blue-soft let near the cheek
dozer, I’m tethered, and devoted
to your raw and lonely bloom
my lavish need to drink
your world of crowded cups to fill.
~Tara Bray “hydrangea”
I can’t not look at the blooms everywhere now after the deprivation of winter. The rich colors and textures are overwhelming and welcome.
I capture them as best I can; some in a vase, most in photos. In photos they never wilt, blessed with a kind of immortality.