Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Afternoon on a Hill

I will be the gladdest thing
   Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
   And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
   With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
   And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
   Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
   And then start down!                          

By Edna St. Vincent Millay  


Kelly said...

I don't see how the poem fits the picture. I do think the orchid looks like a bird opening its wings.

Sally said...

No connection, just a picture and a good poem.