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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Lilac



In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
with many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.

~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1865

2 whatevers:

dominique said...

I'm another Kristi. I live in Massachusetts with my black lab named Martha (for the one in the Bible, not the one with the perfect life.) I found your blog somehow on a Google search while I should have been working.

So I say, hello! Nice blog, keep it up and I will check in again.

--Kristi

Kristi said...

Another soul whose name is spelled like mine =o) Thanks for stumbling by...have a wonderful weeknd!