Thalia’s strong arches propel her from the rocks. Her bare feet crunch spent leaves blanketing an escaped daffodil. “Re-peeeet after me! I AM WILD!” Urania and Calliope share a suspicious glance before proclaiming, “YOU are wild!” “I seeeeeeeh-d — RE_PEET! — — — I —
Your post today is the reason I always read even if I don’t always reply...
#Wonder #Awe #Inspiration
“I indeed am a wild and gleeful thing! I indeed belong everywhere and nowhere...”
Link to the poem only got me to Gideon...
All I need is a bread 🥖 crumb... TY! 🙏🏼🕊️🙏🏼
Random 🕳️ 🐇 discovery...
In theory there are no such things as feral daffodils, but we have seen patches in wood and meadow and median whose origins are lost to time and whose purpose is now a thing unto itself.
“Hight”? What? Obvious misspelling... Maya Angelou, though... <look up> Ah, means “named (adj.)”, okay, bit of German that didn’t quite make it to English. 😊