8 Feb
2010
2010
Today’s poem is by a woman whose own garden is well-known and documented. She also had her own conservatory to assure the presence of flowers in winter.
“I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too –
And angels know the rest.”
[The stock photo is of a conservatory I'd love to wander into someday.]










It continues…
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
Emily Dickinson