Continuing on with a phew more phlower power photos…
e.e. cummings excerpts
when faces called flowers float out of the ground...
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-
but keeping is downward and doubting and never
-it’s april(yes,april;my darling)it’s spring!
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
Pics by Randy
Phlowers by God
Poetry by e.e.
The Writer's Village 
Love e.e. and love the photos, particularly the first one.
Have a phantastic Tuesday,
janet
😉