Explorations Into Liminality
“and there came an arm and a hand above the water and met it and caught it, and so shook it thrice and brandished it, and then vanished away the hand with the sword in the water.”

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Time of Roses


It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses—
We pluck'd them as we pass'd!
 




That churlish season never frown'd
On early lovers yet:
O no—the world was newly crown'd
With flowers when first we met! 


'Twas twilight, and I bade you go,
But still you held me fast;
It was the time of roses—
We pluck'd them as we pass'd!

~Thomas Hood




7 comments:

luthien said...

those are so very pretty!!

Cameron said...

Lovely...lovely!

aquariann said...

Your flowers, of course, are beautiful. My favorite is the single blue rose. And the poetry makes me want to twirl!

stregata said...

So lovely! My favorite is the Roses at Dusk!

Walk in the Woods said...

Lovely. :)

Linda said...

Such beautiful pieces. Linda :)x

Stephanie Mealor Corder said...

So romanticly beautiful- any lady wearing one of these pieces would HAVE to feel like a princess!