Actions may at times lead you to believe you know,
Life’s ebb and flow cause you to blink,
And in that instance your mind questions
My devotion to our link.
My love, like art,
It will forever be.
As the touch of a feather
Lingers on your skin,
So too, will my love endure
A gentle breeze,
A cajoling force,
Oh the burning,
My heart is full of love for you.
copyright Robyn Graham
Note: In the Victorian language of flowers cactus flowers represent “endurance” and “my heart burns for you”. The poem above was written with the aforementioned meanings in mind. Notice the red heart in the center of the bottom petal….I love the little miracles of nature!
In the language of flowers the Thistle, also known as safflower, has meanings that do not at all reflect the beauty and intrigue of the bud or flower. The meanings of the thistle were featured in the poem above and include: misanthrope, defiance, vengeance, and grief.
I find it somewhat ironic that these words are associated with a flower that is so pretty and is thought to have useful medicinal properties such as: preventing heart disease and stroke, lowering fevers, treating coughs and breathing problems, tumors, pain, and clotting conditions, in addition to other medical uses. The oil from safflower seed is used as a cooking oil. The flower is used to color cosmetics and to dye fabrics. Ref: WebMd
Please note that I am in now way recommending the use of the flower for any of the above referenced purposes. However, I thought it of interest and wanted to provide a background for the poem above.
The poem above reminds me of fall, the season that is presently upon us. I have been shooting a lot over the past several days. Capturing the change of seasons and the fresh surroundings that accompany it. Notice the fall colors in the image below. I photographed my roses a lot over the past week fearing that their season was coming to an end. This particular image, to me, resonates Fall. The early morning sun low in the sky gives off the warm, golden tones of the changing season. The colors of the leaves, although only slightly deeper than during the warmer months, are similar to the colors found on certain trees in the Fall. And the rain drops dance with the breeze to enhance the falling of the petals. The spider web. I don’t take a step outside, this time of year, without seeing one. The spiders are flourishing in the cooler weather.
Do you feel the correlation to, and see the symbolism of, the poem in the image?