Friday, 29 March 2013

The poetry of the earth



'The poetry of earth is never dead ...' 

The words of John Keats' poem 'The grasshopper and the cricket' speak of summer and winter as parts of the same, wonderful cycle of the seasons, each with its own beauty and melody.

Hot summer's day or bitterly cold winter, nature's vitality is always present.


Spectacular skies above the sea ...

... tiny bird on the hedge ...

... small orange shell on a rock ...


... or the fragile beauty of the wood anemone.

Every month and season ... pure poetry.



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